Saturday, March 12, 2016
I emerged onto the sidewalks of my city to once again find record warmth pouring out over the late Winter landscape. Seventy degrees today. I saw my neighbor walking his dog and he said "Beautiful day, isn't it?"
"Yes." I replied, mostly because I couldn't think of anything else to say. I wasn't actually sure about how beautiful it was. I hadn't yet adapted to the shock of the outdoors.
"Except for how weird it is." He added.
Yes, that, for sure.
When I stepped out onto the long neighborhood avenue looking North I thought "I can see so far!"
I have no idea why I thought this. Visibility was no different than it had been for most of the Winter. The snow was melted but for some strange, stray patches of old piled ice. The world looked peeled. I'm not sure it was such a beautiful day after all. Yes. It looked like someone had stripped the very skin of the world and now it was laid bare. Maybe that's why I felt like I could see so far.
The trees were freaking out, but the birds were singing.
Ah, the hell with it. If the birds are singing, everything's going to be okay.