Thursday, March 19, 2009

Walking

In Boston, Spring is tantalizingly close. The plants look a little more perky, the sky promises warmth, the wind has a little less bite, and there is light out when I get home from work. I can feel my spirits rising. My desire to be outside is getting stronger. Soon the trees on Bay State Road will blossom and the street will be fragrant and colorful.

Boston in the Spring is like awakening from a black and white dream to be reminded that the world is in color. You can almost feel the pulse of the city quickening.

On Wednesday, I went to a client downtown before work. It was early and the T wasn't packed. The air still had a chill, but it wasn't the same as a month ago. I did my work and left, and walked toward BU through Boston Commons, and the Gardens. The pigeons weaved in and out of my path. There were people hustling to work, homeless people sleeping in tattered lumps, new flowers planted so they will bloom early in the spring, and a sense of relief that winter might just be over. But as any good Bostonian knows, saying winter is over in Mid-March is just madness. But maybe, the winter that clouds up our minds is lifting and we can start to dream in color again.