Day 172: Feels Like The First Day Of Spring

Feels like the first day of Spring.
And I have a few minutes to spend on the balcony.
The sky is blue, the distance is hazy.
I feel like I have nothing to do.

Feels like the first day of Spring.
4 workers are tending to a signal, soaking in the sun.
But they can’t do much, even if they wanted.
Because a train honks and goes slowly by every time they get any shred of progress.

Feels like the first day of Spring.
A large flattened box flew against a pillar.
It stuck for a good while.
But now it’s sitting in the middle of 31st Street, getting run over by everyone that crosses it.

Feels like the first day of Spring.
Even Rachel is joining me outside.
She gleefully sits down with her coffee and English muffin.
And spilled her coffee after 8 seconds.

Feels like the first day of Spring.
Even the birds came out to see it.
Not sure if they decided to stay north for the Winter or if they just have a really bad sense of time.
But it’s at least warm for them today.

Feels like the first day of Spring.
But the Winter wind still blows.
It reminds me that there’s still things left undone.
And probably more phone calls I need to make.

Feels like the first day of Spring.
These workers still can’t get anything done.
One guy yells at a train to go slower.
And he goes to the conductor window to retrieve a piece of paper.

Feels like the first day of Spring.
Even Willy is poking his head out.
He got close to bringing his whole body out.
But a loud noise made him go back under the bed.

Feels like the first day of Spring.
I can even smell it.
It smells like warmth and flowers.
But it’s probably just coffee and the garbage below.

Feels like the first day of Spring.
There’s a certain hope in the air.
I’m ready to tackle today, give it a suplex and make it humble.
But I really wish I didn’t have to.

– TeeCoZee