the balanced condition of equinox, the self converts to a stasis, reinforced by the insular location, and very little happens except the nervous activity of time-filling which takes the form of tidying-up the immediate surrounding. no art project. decisions wait. travel decisions. and such. and head fills with vibrating plans and potentials. expression is key this morning as the falling snow keeps me sitting in bed drinking a cup of tea instead of launching out to the swimming pool. last week’s weather interpreted as spring has arrived, which, indeed, it has, but spring here means snow possible until the end of April. sunny days are brilliant, but they do not rule, yet.