Spring grey

To The Lady on the Train,

The trees have greened at an astonishing rate and the lawns suddenly insist on a cut.  This spring has sprung with an urgency that has startled me and I feel like I have yet to catch up with it. 

The days have traded weather back and forth, alternating sun and rain, chill and heat. I never know what to expect. Today it is cool and drizzly with the air promising a heavier rain. The sky sits low and has swallowed up the downtown towers of the city that I live in. 

I will head into one of those skyscrapers where today the sky scrapes back. I will ascend into those clouds and disappear with upper half of the building. I too will be swallowed up by the sky. 

The view from the windows of the tower will have shrunk and the close horizon will end in a soft grey wall. There will be no blue lake, no green ribbon of a valley that cuts through the east side of the city. But in the taking away of what is there, I am free to imagine my own world that may be just beyond the grey flatness. 

To see you smiling in the sun, I have only to look past these clouds.

The Man in the Station

All it took is all that there is

To The Lady on the Train,

All it took is all that we know and all that there is. 

From a singularity that expanded and cooled in the Big Bang, a universe was born.

And it only took 13.8 billion years of stars forming and exploding so that their scattered dust could coalesce into our little solar system in our little corner of a galaxy somewhere within this wonder of a universe. Then all it took was for our little world to form and to grow life until it finally reached until now. 

Only now has the universe been able to express it's highest potential in the making of you.

I do not have to give you the world or the moon or the stars. 

They have been here just for you all along.

The Man in the Station