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Seasonal Affects

Peace like spring, when frigid iced-over death melts to calling birds and budding flowers

and thunderstorms and cloudless sunny skies.

When sweater weather and shirtless days at the lake both have a place

and take our breath away in the unexplainable miracle of life springing forth

from what once was a tragic cold.

Peace like fall

when vibrant colors come together in a necessary death

that we've expected just a few weeks too long,

accepting the memories of summer majestically enshrined in the falling leaves

in a timely manifestation of changing seasons.

Anticipation made electric in the crisp air of apple orchards and pumpkin patches.

Peace like winter,

when the matchless stillness of a moonlit snowfall reminds us

that even what some call death is filled with its own energy

surpassing our wildest imaginations.

When the distractions of attractive department store displays only detract

from the magic that's already all around us,

while instead we surround ourselves with batteries and plastic imitations of the good life.

Peace like summer?


But summer is for speedboats and beach days and stargazing and cows grazing and foot races and volleyball tournaments and backyard barbecues.

These are the kinds of things that complement solitary contemplation quite nicely but quietly fall to pieces without at least a little reasonable retreat for time spent in meditation.

Summer is a separate peace, and now is the winter of our discontent.

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Although I am no longer actively blogging, I am currently working on developing my career as an orchestral/cinematic composer under the stage name Between the Rains. You can find a selection of my music as well as my contact info for custom requests on my demo reel.

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