The semester is in full swing. Travels (unexpected mostly) are coming up. Somewhere between the flurry of classes and assignments, I make it to a class or two of Pilates, and enjoy the slow pain of my body uncurling from its long lapse into laziness. The weekends are a time of pause and books surround me.
This is a recent poem I found:
'My shortest days end,
My lengthening days begin.
What matters more or less sun in the sky,
When all is sun within?'
Christina G Rossetti
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| Views of Downtown Minneapolis in the distance from across the bridge |
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| Northrop auditorium lit in the evening |
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| Minnesnowta is back |
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