Monday, April 21, 2008

Taking the Pulse

The sun is shining, the suddenly warm wind is lightly jollying the green out of every dormant thing. The neighborhood is filled with sounds that make me pause and consider the silent, other-worldly fastness of the winters here when windows are closed and layered over with storm windows and heavy drapes, and when we forget how green the world can be.

Barking dogs, blurred discussions, laughing children, squealing brakes of busses and the rumble of passing cars with thier snatches of radio noise froms the seasonal pulse of the district.