Spring sprung out of Bounds

Yesterday I had 1001 errands to run downtown. At first, I was just glad that it wasn’t raining. But my perception picked up speed once I was on my way from the parking lot to the city center. I pinched myself at the beauty and the fact that I feel so fortunate to live in such a gorgeous, green city. All of a sudden, my errands didn’t seem so pressing and important. Dragging my feet to stop and smell the proverbial roses along the way made up for the so-called lost time. The grassy clearing offered the passers-by colorful carpets of tulips and buttercups and the sun filtering itself through the freshly coiffed tree crowns evoked ethereal tunes in my ears. The resident orchestra always on-call in my brain whispered strains of Debussy. I am at my best when this happens to me; in flow on my slow-motion trek through the municipal park.  For tomorrow, I have decided to pay a visit to the Villa Vauban museum. The grounds, with their exquisite flowerbeds, beckon with comfortable chairs and benches. No mistake about it, I hear my very own name carried by the suave  springtime breeze. Bliss.

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