Queens Explodes-- So Everything is Possible

 

You walk around in April in New York, especially in the parks or along the tree lined streets of the outer boroughs, and there are flowering trees everywhere, daffodils, tulips on the rise, the forsythia crop half over, and you just feel joyous.
Of course.
Simple.
Nothing new here.
But you get older and these occasions are even more joyous. It never ceases. Year after year, it comes around. The eternal redo. The ready when you are. The simple truth that nature is bigger than you are, bigger than a big city. No amount of garbage or dried urine stench wafting off a homeless man's trousers can stop it. No ego driven, fearful little bald man or angry lady with a purpose can do anything about it.

Welcome. Everything.