Spring

The atom bombs are piling up in the factories, the police are prowling through the cities, the lies are streaming from the loudspeakers, but the earth is still going round the sun, and neither the dictators nor the bureaucrats, deeply as they disapprove of the process, are able to prevent it.

Along the shore, waves are vi‍­ridi‍­an, hanging low and large, thump‍­ing slowly down in cham‍­pagne froth and lacy spray. The ot‍­ters play through the foam and surf with such un‍­fettered joy that we know, even in mo‍­ments of doubt, that spring is on its way.