The Suitcase Lady


May 19, 2009, 10:43 pm

Springtime is like Fridays… both are wonderfully filled with promise.

In the case of Fridays, the work week is over, and the weekend is waiting with possibilities galore for serendipitous things to occur.

Springtime is equally filled with expectation; the glorious expanse of summer looms ahead.

But I’m a traveler, and the journey is as important as the destination. If I could have only one time of the year, it would be now. The trees are almost, but not quite, leafed out, flowers are in brilliant profusion and everything is energized.

The light is the best part… it never quits. I mark the northward journey of the sun by a distant telephone pole I see from my kitchen window. The setting sun is inching toward that pole every night, which means we are still getting more daylight to see the beauty of spring at its fullest.

I’m particularly inclined to road trips at this time of year. For me, driving down the sun on a pre-solstice evening is about as good as it gets. I’m with Serge Storms (but I’ll insert the state of my choice).

“Serge’s definition of total happiness: Florida, a full tank of gas and no appointments.”

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