I like to read the words of my friends who walk over grates on city streets. I hear the flack-flack-flacking of the train and the whirring of the subway. I smell the city and open my eyes into another world. There is a mass of passing faces and resign as I enter the wave. Vendors are busy and the streets are alive. The concrete is warming and I take my lunch outside. It is Spring in the city.
My friends like to read my words, as I drive the country roads with all my windows down. Old barns dot the landscape and there isn’t a face in sight. Six doe leap across the road ahead of me and I slow to watch them take long, graceful strides before ducking into the woods. The air is soft and cool and the fields hint green. The peepers have emerged from their winter hiding places and their song is the signal — it is Spring in the country.
Subway photo: James Adamson
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
HOORAY FOR HE PEEPERS!!!!!
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Ha! yes, hooray for the peepers! Out with the ice and in with the daffodils. Thanks for reblogging.
PEEP,PEEP, PEEP, PEEP!!!! 😀