[2] 3.23.16

Today there were bare shoulders, and knees, and ankles.

I floated down Broadway as if winter had never been here, 
As if she would never be back.

There was a joy in the air, 
A happiness that felt thick enough
to swim through.

People were smiling, big and unabashed,
and it was heartbreakingly beautiful,
in a way that can only exist 
on the first warm day of spring.

For a few moments, it no longer felt like New York.
No one was bracing themselves against the wind rushing
up from Whitehall,
or screaming at a cab driver who was laying on their horn,
or turning their noses up at the gaggle of homeless kids
on the corner.

As the sun set in the shadow of out lost towers, 
I got the odd sensation of being somewhere else.

Somewhere smaller. 
A place where I might know everyone I passed.

Somewhere we could talk about so much more than
the weather, but we wouldn’t want to.

Because this moment, this spring evening,
would be enough.