Can it be?

It is May 26th and the clouds have broken. We are starting to feel, smell the air of summer. And it is glorious. It has been dark and dreary for so long, too long. And we are starting to think that we can’t make it any longer. But now, now we just might be able to. Now we are starting to think that life may just work out after all. We are drinking Ice Tea and listening to People under the Stairs. We are going to summer BBQ’s and playing basketball in the park. We are going for bike rides on the East bank Esplanade. We are trading in our dark, drab clothes for brighter ones. We are tilting the corners of our upside down lips. Tilting them up towards joy. We soak it up, the sun, the hope. We tilt up our necks and open our mouths.

Summer evenings make it good. Life, that is. It makes it feasible that I could survive 70 years on this green sphere called earth. It makes it more than feasible. It makes it livable. It makes it full, luminous, shining.