Okay, it's nowhere near springtime and I should know better. I acknowledge that I'm in for another two and a half months of cold and mud and grey and ice and thaw and heartbreak. But today was a bit of thaw and it looked and smelled and felt wonderful.
Instead of finding a pretext to take a drive in my zippy new automobile this afternoon I drove my rental car back to its home, and then walked from there around town doing errands; a mile up and intown to the bank, and then an amble through the Old Port to buy a birthday present and some miscellaneous items, and then a mile up past the Eastern Cemetery, with its locked gate and secret guardian of the key (I'm not telling) to the Eastern Promenade, and a couple of miles along the shoreline. There's a place where the walking path runs along a big concrete wall owned by the city; graffiti is encouraged there and there were six different artists at work on different sections of it as I went by. Then I walked over the bridge and past the baked bean factory and home. The sky was this great blueypinkyyellow and the wind was from the east and my cheeks were cold but the rest of me was warm. It felt so good to be outside, to be able to feel the undertone of warmth in the sunshine. On my street a nine or ten year old girl was riding her bike around. People were smiling. It smelled like water melting.
Hmm. That first comment went bye-bye. Anyway, I meant to say that I liked that description.
Posted by: TPB, Esq. | February 28, 2004 at 08:06 PM