Wonderful Day

We've slowly edged into Spring. Once I think the seasonal tide has turned, we are beset by gale force winds and chilling rains and occasionally, snow flurries. When comes that point when one can easily embrace the physically heralding of a new season? I lie in wait. I sit poised biding my time, like a dog waiting for his master to come home and take him for a walk. For an impatient person, sometimes I have the patience of Job.

We had a tempting tidbit today. The sun rose yellow and sensuous, sending sinewy shafts of sunlight into our dark Manhattan rooms. The raging winds of yesterday had subsided and a caressing breeze lingered. Birds gathered in groups in tree tops and chortled in a sweet pre-season chorus. And when I went outside to see the day, I marveled at the sudden wanton blossoming of forsythia bushes and daffodils and the copious greening of branches on many naked tree limbs. It's a perfect representative of hope. Things do renew. Life does renew. The cycle of life is really rather magnificent.

I met up with Hollaback today. I haven't seen her since January when I met her glorious girl Claudia over the friend-approval dinner. Today we went for a spa pedicure and chatted about our lives. She showed me her glass blowing samples for she'd just come from her glass blowing workshop in Brooklyn (the outcomes were fantastic and I was rather enamored of a delicate amber colored bowl). I had a moment of absolute peace. I was side by side in an overstuffed pedicure chair with a fond friend. The weather outside was fresh and bright. And the medians running down the center of Broadway were alight with Magnolia trees full of pink blooms.

I love this tipping of the seasons. I'm ready for it to roll over the edge.