the world's awake

One of the brilliant things about living in a place where spring actually announces itself in all of its ambivalence is that when the sun finally does cut through the April showers the world really seems to come alive. I have seen more people today walking around on the streets. People are just strolling about, taking the world in. It is a very infectious thing to watch. Unfortunately, I am on the wrong side of life, sitting in the cafe. The even crueler irony is that I am taking notes on Blake and Wordsworth. These poets both demand having some kind of sensuous contact with the world. So, I must stay in-doors for now and just let the infant world throb in its spring time joy.