Friday, April 15, 2005

A touch of spring

As I stood on a corner in Squirrel Hill waiting for my bus, I delighted in the crisp morning air. Gazing down a stretch of Beacon Street as it curls down into the park, it almost seemed as if the cars lining the sides of the road faded away, leaving me only with the riotous colors of the blooming trees and shrubs, and a distinct impression of tranquility.

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