Sunday, April 21, 2013

By the Time It's Here, It's Gone

Even though the trees are coming on green and the sunshine warm, a cold, cutting wind still occasionally slips a fickle knife in, reminding us that we aren't completely out of the woods yet.

We tour the neighborhood, hoping to enjoy the sun, first stopping by a farmer's market, then sifting the shops for a new iPhone case for me, but after only a little while, I'm worn out.

"Can we head home?" I ask Katie, and she agrees.

A plane sails silent across a blue sky scoured clean of clouds, heedless of us down here walking the just waking earth.

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