Of Spring I Sing (okay, not actually...)

Sometimes you learn things from people you know, but don't know-at least that's what I call Facebook (FB) friends. Moment of clarity (I have so few, I hope you appreciate this): for me, most FB friends aren't really they're more acquaintances; for them I was probably a moment of confusion in attempting to select the 'unlike' button.

I understand FB has added nuances over the weekend that better define the dynamic of a particular relationship though I'd have appreciated something between roadkill on the human highway and friend in terms of what we are to one another. The latter has a meaning and context to me that I don't find very often in real life and so using it in cyber space, or in whatever ether FB exists, always feels a bit presumptuous to me.

Bearing in mind the degree of presumption one has to have to be someone like me and type this stuff and then wait for people to read it. Sort of two bricks short of a hod. Tell me about the rabbits, George. I love the color of it all.

And actually that's what a FB friend (of a friend) neither of whom I'll ever meet, nor ever know, (from the formerly divided German nation) helped me learn in order to better get through whatever winter we have left in the Northeast of the United States.

Considering the weather a lot of us on this side of the Mississippi have had since December, maybe the Northeast is a state of mind and not a region. Atlanta has had almost as much snow as Boston so will Braves' fans have to learn to do the Tomahawk Chawp? It may depend on where they pahk their carh.

One of them offered the words, auf englisch, of Ward Elliot Hour, "(t)he color of springtime is in the flowers, the color of winter is in the imagination." Though that's NOT the image they suggested to complement the turn of phrase; this is the one I found and while it hasn't helped me change my opinion of winter (Too Squared: too long and too cold), it has improved my appreciation of Rilke. "Live your questions now, and, perhaps even without knowing it, you will live along some distant day into your answers."

Why else do you think there's moments of more light with each passing day? We need to see where we're going or how will we know when we're there?

-bill kenny