A blue sky, a green shine,
a locomotive sun pulling this box car day. Hooray for everything. You wake and want to sing, you want to shout - Hooray. The temperature is in the 40s, the day is on track, the whiners have nothing to put in their sacks for tomorrow. It is good to be alive. I hope everyone knows that.
At Five Corners, soon the flowers will bloom.
Newness. Trueness. Is anything more true than spring? What?
I believe the wind is from the south.
I believe the wind.