Most years are the same - I joyfully wend my way through the Easter Octave and then by the third/fourth week, all that Easter joy seems to have evaporated and I become rather flat. It feels like Easter is at the top of a mountain, preceded by the hill of Calvary and after that we go downhill for a long while, until we start back a gentle hill at the Ascension, reaching the summit of Pentecost. Then it’s all over for another year.
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