A Moveable Feast.

With so many trees in the city, you could see the spring coming each day until a night of warm wind would bring it suddently in one morning. Sometimes the heavy cold rains beat it back so that it would seem that it would never come and that you were losing a season out of your life. This was the only truly sad time in Paris because it was unnatural. You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintry light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person had died for no reason.

In those days, though, the spring always came finally; but it was frightening that it had nearly failed.

-E.Hemingway.

Photo:

The Hemingways at a cafe, Pamplona, Spain .1925.

Ernest Hemingway with Lady Duff Twysden, Hadley Hemingway, and three unidentified people at a cafe in Pamplona, Spain, during the Fiesta of San Fermin in July 1925. Photograph in the Ernest Hemingway Collection, John F. Kennedy Presidential Library and Museum, Boston.