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I wanted to type up some reflection on how we view change, through regular household items, but it's rather late. It took me some time to recover my user name and remember my password. I suppose not everything i type can be a paragraphical column. Forgive me if i make up words as i go, but sometimes there are no words in existence that work well enough. You'll just have to take them as they come.

Those few things being said, i should be off to bed. Various pieces of different soundtracks, each composed by Thomas Newman, will now begin to ease my mind into sleep and the dreams that follow. Until next time, dear readers, remember...(fill this in with the ending tag for the articles written by Danny Devito's character in L.A. Confidential).

Sleep...an instant journey into morning; almost like time travel...

Opening Day

I don't mean the first performance of a play (granted, that's usually called Opening Night), nor do i mean the beginning of any major public event, or anything of that nature. Rather, it's more a private thing...well, in a manner of speaking.

There comes that day of spring, usually the first day the thermometer reads 70 or over, when the air outside of the house is far fresher and more free than that on the inside. It lifts your spirits much higher than the wintry mellowness (word?) that you've been used to, and even your skin seems to be breathing. Many possibilities that only warmer weather can offer are beginning to bubble up in your head, and these thoughts intermingle with the sounds of the birds that have once again returned to chirp away the day, and the smell of fresh cut grass from just a few houses down.

Winter's icy grip on the world has been loosened by previous warm days that even Ebineeser Scrooge himself would have been moved by. Wondering what to do with such overwhelming pleasantness and comfort, one feels invincible. Life has suddenly returned, and any cold pessimism has been replaced by warm optimistic hopes of the previously unbelievable. When such emotions flow through the very inside of my body, there is but one option for me to provide my near-bursting heart with an outlet. The windows must be opened. And that, dear readers, is what Opening Day is for.

The air within the house, stagnant and stale, must at once be removed and replaced by the fresh breath of nature. The house itself smiles at such thoughts, and each room becomes brighter than it had been the previous day. "Spring has returned," it thinks to itself. And what a wonderful thought for a home to think. Of course, a home has wonderful thoughts all year round. It keeps its inhabitants warm during the cold, and cool during the heat...well, perhaps not all homes, but most of them. And those that don't simply need love in order to return to the glory they once shimmered with on the final day of their construction.

It is that day that winter has ended and spring has begun. It is one of my favorites of the year. I believe two that are equal in contention are the day that pants can once again be worn outside for the fall, and possibly a sweatshirt as well (i'll get into that more when that day actually comes...the day that apples are at their finest), and the moment the first snow falls. Nature has a beautiful way of bringing comfort.

Opening Day...love it.

The Beginning

The beginning is always the best place to start. It has been my goal to journal more frequently than i do, but since that's not working too well, i suppose i'll try this blog thing for a bit. Maybe it'll stick...who knows. Have fun, read everything you want to, post your thoughts freely, and try to get comfortable in that wacky world inside my head...enjoy