>Spring is Upon Us.

>It is my professional opinion that spring is upon us.

I'm sitting on the porch right now listening to oren lavie, watching bees buzz productively around the pergola's beams, smelling the breeze as it rolls through the blooming trees, hearing shadow panting at the sudden change from cold to warm in the air.

And I remember why I love the spring.

It inspires me
to be tan
to be fit
to be productive
to be calm
to be alive
to exude joy
to believe in hope
to pray
to drive with the windows down
to let the wind blow through my hair

Let the perfectness inspire you as well

Hamilton Barber

The subject of this page is an introverted writer/musician/lunatic from Chattanooga, TN who dabbles in lexical dexterity, unorthodox thoughts on prosperity, and being overwhelmingly undeserving of the privilege of waking up every day. He hopes that everybody who reads these words takes them to heart and leaps higher than he ever could. He reads, thinks, and speaks too much; he listens, works, and loves too little; and he says “I” entirely too often. The words on these pages are not his: they are the words that were given to him.