May 26, 2002

  • Exuberance is the essence of today.  For I have met the summer, and it is mine.
     
    Breaking free of a head cold concomitant with the mood of a sodden, soggy spring, I marshaled my spirit and form this gorgeous summer-like morn to energetically uncoil in an adamant, purposeful scamper-dash around town.


    Feeling fleet as Hermes and as sure-footed as one of Hannibal’s elephants crossing the Alps, my oftentimes preoccupying body-mind struggle to “merely maintain a pace” fell into perfect remission.  Thus, with full faculties available, I availed myself of…everything!


    Every color seen in the variegated flower-laden landscape was a variation, a shade unknown, perceived, wondered upon.


    Every fragrance encountered upon the wafting breeze suggested life or death, sustenance or diminution, playfulness or poison.


    Every girl on the street that I passed was beheld as vitally encounterable and passionately instillable.


    The non-descript backs of street signs shouted blind chaos to me as loud as the painted fronts  screamed order.


    Along the way, I discovered: 1) a “Five Mint Garden—Please Help Yourself”, 2) a yellow butterfly flitting about in a “where-have you-been?” dance, 3) a remembrance of a love never lost, but above all, 4) the return of summer to my soul.


    Oh this implorable,  restorable, Memorial exuberance!

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