maria

it was cold today.
not cold enough to go indoors,
but the cold where the wind bites your ankles and
you wish you'd worn a coat.
the pollen on the ground makes you glad you don't have allergies
and the wrinkled flowers reinforce the fact that the weather is changing.
the grass is littered with little pink flowers, so pretty you feel like you should cross the street to avoid stepping on them.
all the trees are flowering, so the street looks like the first scene of the Sound Of Music,
where Maria is singing and dancing
and you can't help but wonder
why the grass is so green
and the trees are so pretty
and the mountains are so blue
her dress is not Cindrella's dress
but she looks so elegant
and you wish you were there,
but then you realize you are there,
except not in Austria
and you're perfectly safe
war isn't happening
you're in your neighborhood
walking your dog
with your camera in your hand
looking at the pretty trees that look like a painting
a painting with pretty watercolors
and so you walk back home,
slowly
because you don't want to ruin this
this perfect day.

~Natalie
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