Sunday, April 4, 2010


Groggy and tingly from last night, I wake to church bells. My little neighborhood is all about Easter, kids are in frilly outfits and shiny white shoes, and I open my window to the smell of blossoms and grilled meat.

I forgot about those church bells. Remember when I was so charmed by this place? Before the great Heatless Winter . . .

Anyway, today is hopeful (once I kick the headache). Damn the workaday world, less than 24 hours away. There is outdoor dancing to consider at the pier. There is the crossword. And there is baseball. Wonderful, wonderful baseball.

Spring is here at last. The snow scabbed world's reprieve. Our annual round of second chances.

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