It may come as a something of a surprise, but like Rat and Mole, I am capable of spiritual introspection on occasion. Easily once every decade or so. And, today, I had one of those Piper-at-the-Gates-of Dawn moments. You are my witness.
So here goes. Ben and I had missed the Amazing M's today and, much to our surprise, had the park to ourselves. Unusual for a Thursday morning.
It was a slightly overwhelming, slightly heady feeling.
The park and surrounding neighborhood were uncharacteristically still, almost expectant -- the distant sounds of the city waking up muted and distant.
And looking east, here's what we saw:
We were enveloped in light. The first light of a spring morning. The illumination intensified by the second, wrapping a silvery brightness around the park, the trees, the tennis courts, drinking fountains and swing sets.
We were all touched. Ben was motionless, his head cocked back, eyes half-closed, teasing the air with his nose. I stood, not knowing whether to kneel or peel out in some crazy old-lady happy dance. And, at that moment, the weight of winter, it's soul-crushing darkness, simply melted away.