Forsythia

Everyone is smiling. Unexpectedly, we encounter many neighbors on our desultory walk, loping unhurriedly with children and dogs. From the trail behind the wooded lots of houses, young girls squeal over something delightful. The gardeners are all unleashed to stuff huge garbage cans with winter’s debris in anticipation. The sky is a piercing blue and we pick up the perfume of early Eudora as we continue along blocks once too far to merit the additional dousing. We comment on the trill of birds busy at their seasonal rituals. A baby squirrel narrowly escapes being flattened by people on a joy ride. Forsythia is bursting out from multiple yards and stretching out to the sun like a yoga pose. On a day like today, it is easy to forget there ever was rain.

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About kmazz

I spend as much time as possible pursuing my interests in global culture, arts and politics.
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