As quiet as a whisper or the rustling leaves on an olive tree, Spring might just be bustling into being sooner than I thought. Was I dreaming? Wrapping my jacket about my waist, breathing in the sun. It was only for a few hours and yet something under has begun.
I hush to listen, straining to hear.
Sending a cloud bouquet in hope for a wonderful weekend ahead...
...and in tribute to former Mayor Ed Koch, who was the essence of New York.