A Short Walk On A Dead End Street

In the course of yesterday the world rose from the dead. Seventy degrees, greening grass, budding trees, the peepers chirping in the swamp sprung spontaneously from the mud. A smile, a touch, eyes meeting and holding, friendly words, a small dog lying next to your arm - these are signs of love. They should not be trifled with. You can smell in the air this new life, and it inspires. A warm wind on your face, you close your eyes, inhale and feel. Stop a moment. The street is empty save for the parked cars and the trash, the lighted windows, curtains, hanging sheets, flat screen television other worldly glow. Be grateful for life, even when the evidence points to farce, lies, fakery. That's the advice you give yourself, and accept, for now. Which is fine.