You take the long way home…
Spring couldn’t have arrived with a more pristine imagination than it mustered up in this North American morning, dripping sunshine, the sky watches as all of its little earthlings lap it up, purring at the feet of trees and telephone poles, everyone is here, no one is anywhere else. We’ve all realized the arrival and rather than yelling surprise, we were yelled at.
The world, at least the part of it that directly influences me and mine, will be a smilier, shimmering type of place from here on out. Gone are the everyday worries of mere survival, the mad rush for gloves and scarves and trying to time it perfectly to meet the bus rather than having to wait an extra second more in the cold. Goodbye icy sidewalks, now we can look around us. At the buildings, cleaned from early April Showers. At the cars, full of beautiful women and the men trying to drive closer to their shiny rides, buffed, waxed and driven away wet. At the big open sky and at the growing green grass. At anything other than our precariously positioned feet.
Welcome season. Welcome Equinox and welcome Easter Eggs, chocolate bunnies, May Flowers, short skirts, sunglasses, skateboarders, fresh tangerines, sticky ice cream faces on little boys and mud on little Church-going girls’ Sunday dresses. Welcome Spring.