The urge to return
A comic on building and clearing, on winter to spring
As the clocks turned forward one hour this week, NYC has been blessed with godly springtime weather. We’re talking people walking around in shorts and tanks, iced lattes in hand and sunglassed faces basking in the sun while the trees are still barren.
The city has twelve seasons; this week is merely Spring of Deception and we’ll plunge into another week of winter again. By March everyone is sick of winter, even me who finds the hermiting to be romantic and cozy.
The violent back and forth between winter and spring reminds me to respect what’s been cultivated during these quieter months, while also embracing the fresh and communal energy that warmer months bring. Identifying too much with one season is a guarantee of remaining stuck. It’s time to move and bop around, then rest and listen. On again, off again.
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