Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Mon pays malheureux, mon regard languissant vers toi se portera.
via Midnight Poutine. The redbuds are budding here in Texas, and it won't be long before we see the bluebonnets. Yet, I'm homesick sometimes for an icy city that has never been kind to me, and rarely enough to anyone else.
Go figure the human soul, nostalgic for a crowded frozen rock in a frozen river on such a beautiful spring day.
Posted by Michael Tobis at 3:48 PM