Posted by
cathleen carr on Feb 17, 2011 in
Ritual |
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No winter coat required today. Already a balmy 50 degrees in New York, I can smell the arrival of spring like a just-opened jar of minced garlic. Mild, sunny days like today are life preservers to those, such as myself, drowning in winter doldrums and seasonal affective inertia. As if waking from a five month coma, fractured memories flood my cerebral cortex of summer dresses and...