The morning had passed. The afternoon was just beginning. Sunshine was patchy, the air heavy with moisture and the scent of spring blossoms. I paced slowly through small green spaces. Patches of green between office towers and soaring condos struggled to catch the hesitant sunshine. A few brave buskers sprinkled music into thick cool air, in counterpoint to buses, cars and trucks. There seemed little chance of the warm spring expected each year. My face welcomed each short ray of warm sun that broke through the cool blanket of cloud. Any chance of warmth was welcomed in my heart.
“The deep roots never doubt spring will come.”
~ Marty Rubin, author
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