It is certainly a time to reflect on the awakening of the land from our long winter. It brings reassurance that if nothing else, the Earth still rotates on its axis as we have come to expect.
Yesterday, there was an evocative piece in the Times on Antibes, that area on the French Riviera where Fitzgerald wrote Gatsby. I found the writing so seductive, I started to re-read Tender is the Night which is set there. Although I have reread most of his work over and over again, I never could go back to this one since I first read it as an assignment in college. I found it too heartbreaking and depressing. I was very young then. Now I will discover why it had such an effect on me.