The Mountains are Dancing

Gosh, I say I'm going on break from blogging, but naturally, I've found something else to post.  Vacation pictures, obviously.  I really am taking a break from blogging, though.

I spent about five days in South Lake Tahoe a few weeks ago, and it was great.  My friend and I did little else but sleep, eat, watch DVDs, eat, sleep, eat, watch the news, eat, and sleep.  We watched season 1 of Covert Affairs, and then ordered the DVD of season 2 to be delivered to the hotel the next day.  Amazon Prime, baby.

We did go outside a few times, though.  We chose to go at a great time of year.  The weather was glorious, sunny and clear, not too hot or too cold.  It's off-season, so there weren't many people around.  It was quiet and peaceful.  It was a balm to a weary heart, mind, soul, and body.

I highly recommend visiting Tahoe in Spring.  It's amazing how saturated the colors are up there in the mountains during this time of year.  It was dazzling.  Looking at my photos, I'm reminded of a poem by ee cummings, the weirdest poet probably ever.  But I love this one:

when faces called flowers float out of the ground

and breathing is wishing and wishing is having-

but keeping is downward and doubting and never

-it's april(yes,april;my darling)it's spring!

yes the pretty birds frolic as spry as can fly

yes the little fish gambol as glad as can be

(yes the mountains are dancing together)

when every leaf opens without any sound

and wishing is having and having is giving-

but keeping is doting and nothing and nonsense

-alive;we're alive,dear:it's(kiss me now)spring!

now the pretty birds hover so she and so he

now the little fish quiver so you and so i

(now the mountains are dancing, the mountains)

when more than was lost has been found has been found

and having is giving and giving is living-

but keeping is darkness and winter and cringing

-it's spring(all our night becomes day)o,it's spring!

all the pretty birds dive to the heart of the sky

all the little fish climb through the mind of the sea

(all the mountains are dancing;are dancing)

 

It's good to be home, but it was good to get away for a bit, and feel the sun on my face and have nowhere I had to be.

(Poem published here without permission, via this source, which probably also published without permission, just sayin')