Spring

Spring is finally starting to emerge, and yesterday i noticed that a redbud tree (or, whatever its European cousin is) has started to bloom on Bedford Place. I love these small trees! They remind me of the big ones that dot the Carolina Inn's greenspace and the big one near the old ROTC building on S. Columbia. So, just as I am about to leave London, everything is starting to come to life. Blast! I always knew this would be the case. But, hopefully i will get to spend a day or two here in early May on the days before i fly out of London Gatwick on May 4th. This should be a perfect time. Sometimes i like to spell it 'tyme.' I feel ancient and noble!

Also, i was thinking about how when my parents' house burnt to the ground 20 years ago, and all the things that were lost, like books, pictures, and writing. And how that somewhere scattered up the air these words and images still exist. Just broken and wandering now. Never to come back together. But they are still there. Transformed, but present. I thought that was a pleasant thought, about an unpleasant event.

On April 7th, I fly out of London to Warsaw, Poland to start my travel, beginning with a stay in Lublin with Neil. Classes and final wrap on on Tuesday, giving me two full days to get everything ready, figure out what i am going to do with the luggage i am not carrying in my pack, and see some final places i have missed. It will be my own mini Byronic Grand Tour. But with less brooding, and less money.