Thanksgiving & NYC

Yesterday, while visiting the City, I had the pleasure of meeting a few joyful souls. Made the day rather special. With one, we encountered each other on my way to pick up a paper. He offered, I accepted and we exchanged hugs on the Upper West Side near Columbia. Another, I'm walking from the Times Sq. subway shuttle through the passage way to Grand Central Terminal. I heard some lovely music. A busker was singing in a light lilting way that drew me in. So I followed the sound, rounded a pillar, and across the passage, saw the source. Sitting in an alcove away from the mainstream of human traffic was a sweet woman singing while sitting on the ground and...playing a double-handed saw with a violin bow! I stopped dead, mesmerized both by the music, how she played her saw, and the pure sound. It was amazing! The melody kept teasing my memory - so I continued to listen while she played. There I stood, standing smack dab in the middle of a very busy passage way, and not one person complained or ran into me. A moment out of time. Then, when her song had finished, she saw me standing there. I sent her a salute of thanks between all the people. She sent me a beautiful, beaming smile back that made me feel so very lucky to have "found" her. Magic.

Spring!  (From May)

Ah, it's Spring! The trees are flowering, the daffodils are holding mini-riots by the side of the road, cherry trees are weeping delicate pink blossoms, there is the lime green of new growth all around, and as I drive along this lovely explosion of nature, all I can smell is....mulch! Yes, it's Spring! and the landscapers are out in force drowning every available patch of ground with mulch. Yes. It does look very pretty - just don't breathe too deeply. :)  

Snowing

I love when it snows like it is this afternoon with little or no wind, and I am safe and warm inside. The snow falls continuously, gently.  These tiny white flakes drifting and dancing downwards outside my windows.  What really makes it special is the quiet.  All this activity is going on...silently, softly, feathering down from the sky.  The whole world is muted and peaceful.  Every thing seems to be infected with this quiet.  It's quiet everywhere I turn to listen.  Yet, it has such a presence it feels magical.

Oh, Yes. I usually forget this quiet feeling when the snow stops and/or when the seasons change or the snowplows come through.  It's like it was never there.  I forget.  And then... it snows, and I am enveloped once again in the soft silent presence of the falling snow.