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Originally Posted by Mrs. Tristan Rosenstock
With winter having come and gone abruptly, we're in that season again. The warm, humid weather of North Carolina. Nights of restless frogs and crickets, the hum of the highway drifting in and out our Southern home's open windows. I've always articulated a certain mood with this season. It's... calm. A romantic calm that's I've always felt would be spent best at someone's side; be it a close friend or a lover. I have neither currently, but I have myself. And the feeling of spending this season alone is just as powerful emotionally as with someone I love. Because I feel longing, intense longing. I feel alive.
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I love this! Early spring in the south does indeed conjure a sort of bone-deep, dolorous-yet-pleasurable state of longing, (makes me want to read Keats and Flannery O'Connor and drink moonshine on the porch) especially in the evenings with its cicada songs and honeysuckle fumes. It
demands proper musical accompaniment, too.
..Although in a mere two months the heat will be unbearable.
You're lucky, having all of that greenery around you! My aunt lives there and describes it as being "suffocated by trees" which sounds like heaven.