"So stomp on the grapes...bring out the new wine and praise the Lord forever."
Something about waking up to another season, a brand new start. Where sweaters are folded neatly away, rubber boots eroded by salt are stored, and the incurable fever sweeps over you like a dog in heat to get up, get out, and get something.
The Vernal Equinox.
Equal Day and Night.
At 1:32 this afternoon as the sun crossed directly over the Earth's equator, I was sinking my teeth into a greasy hot ham and cheese on sweet french toast, bare legged with sunglasses on New York City's first 70 degree Saturday. The cello and accordion two piece band in Tompkins Square Park played a thank you tune to the Earth's tilted axis as the zombies of Friday night soaked up a dose of Vitamin D and the rowdy chess players shed their dirty T-shirts for some serious face to face combat. The wandering vet preached his important lies about capitalism amongst the savvy organic maple candy shoppers who threw elbows to get a taste. Windfall farms pushed their fresh parsnips while men with children on their shoulders carried bundles of cherry blossoms wrapped in white paper home to mama.
The Daffodils peaked up from the barren grounds as the rats and squirrels scurried for fresh food and by the feet the silent Israel protesters who raised their posters in vain.
The pogo stick team bounced in unison while an East Village fixture with coke-bottled glasses solicited for "just one egg roll".
Then the clock struck 1:33. And I seized the rest of this God given glorious sunshine day.
Would y'all mind if I took a spring break from writing?
**My apologies to the Plains States.
Lovely Post I really enjoyed reading it! You should take a spring break! You deserve it~!
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