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
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