barefoot in the park

spring is here.
hide your sons, bring your flask and paint your toes.
which is exactly what i did on my lunch break.

I am currently working on Columbus Square, and I now understand why people love new york. I am sure the weather has helped, the new apartment, the semi-stable job. But this place is incredible. Fountains and dogs and fashion. hot dogs and pigeons and pollen.
My nose is red but my heart is full.

I am reception-ing. nothing new. But i can read and chat with miss apple pie.

I lunched in the park today. I sat on my sweater, dug my elbows into the dirt and read my book. Petals fell from the sky, and statues looked somberly onto the pedestrians.

I painted my toe nails and drank from my flask. Took pictures of dogs.

Is it possible, that spring, this spring, this city IN spring can turn my cynical heart to mush?
Dont' count on it. But now might be a good time to ask me a favor.