Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee
Jest, and youthful Jollity,
Quips and cranks and wanton wiles,
Nods and becks and wreathed smiles
Such as hang on Hebe’s cheek,
And love to live in dimple sleek;
Sport that wrinkled Care derides,
And Laughter holding both his sides.
Come, and trip it, as you go,
On the light fantastic toe;
And in thy right hand lead with thee
The mountain-nymph, sweet Liberty;
And, if I give thee honour due,
Mirth, admit me of thy crew,
To live with her, and live with thee,
In unreproved pleasures free …
-John Milton, L’Allegro
It’s spring. I too would like to trip the light fantastic.
I don’t have anything new for you this week, so I wanted to share something I wrote last year that still rings true. Here it is—
The things I’ll remember—long nights of laughter, our living room incandescent with warm light, reading each other’s minds through a glance, short catch-ups turned marathons, family reunions through a screen, sherbet rays that bounced off of eerie and empty streets at sunset, casual I love yous because they have to know how you feel right now right this minute forever, campari at 6 o’clock, coffee in bed at 1 o’clock, chopping and searing and kneading and mixing and anything to keep my hands occupied, long showers that are actually somehow therapy sessions, jumping to disco at midnight to remind me I am real, snoozing arms wrapped around me and how much they felt like coming home, potato chips (a perfect food), sunlight and all its magic, spring still coming, time still ticking, heart still beating, lungs still breathing, life still living.
Happy Easter.
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To the summer of Telfar bags and Susan Alexandra cherry earrings,
xx KT