The raindrops are the size of paint splatter. The gods taking a page from Jackson Pollock. These last few days the weather has been schizophrenic. Cold weather followed by a late summer day in April, a mad thunderstorm as the hot and cold fronts battle behind the skyscape. Hot, cold, hot, cold. An in-between monsoon …
The sky may be gray on this overcast rainy day but I caught this flower awakening to spring:
A harbinger of spring greets me this morning. The forecast is 80 degrees and sunny. Buona Pasqua, friends!
I have an early morning meeting in lower Manhattan. I exit the subway to a city not quite awake. My path takes me around the Oculus and 9/11 Memorial Pools. I pause to touch one of the engraved names, make a silent prayer in a morning meditation. Spring is in the air. Daffodil …
