First draft, fragmentary
First draft, fragmentary
You can almost feel a tension in the sir as we edge closer and closer to spring. Will we make it?
There seems a tentativeness in the people who steal onto the street to feel the warm breeze, as if they fear an overconfidence will make them some ground hog oracle who can jinx the coming of green and flowers and life.
Not
quite
today
Tuesday, March 22, 2011