Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Spring is Sprunging
I poked my head out in Central Park today. Much like Punxsutawney Phil, I felt obliged to check out the situation. Plus I needed to get out of the flat.
Glorious out there!
The daffodils are in bloom. The boats are lined up ready to be used by lovers and other sordid types. I mean, "assorted types."
Though it is still cool out one can feel the drumbeat of roller blades and see the advancing smoke signals of pickenick blankets being laid out.
OH TO BE A PART OF LIFE. Instead of apart from it. That is why people read books on park benches instead of at home. That is why museums offer free days. This city bursts with possibility and hope. I have to say. It just does.
I am thrilled beyond measure to be here. I embrace every blade of grace and want to roll in it all save for the poop. But there is burn out as well. I am just discovering that. I have burnt myself to the core lately and now I have to retreat only to venture into this glorious park to renew.
It looks to be a glorious Spring.