Brushing cheeks with Spring

Spring danced by for a visit today. Not to stay, no not yet, but to tease and to play, warm rosy cheek brushing ours but no kiss yet, no not yet. As I rushed along the highway in the blue blue day and the phone call ended, the music returned and out came this song.



Flowers swayed in gentle breezes and lovers found their passion renewed. Kids spilled into yards and games materialized on courts and fields and yards and stoops. Lungs breathed a tad easier and smiles found little resistance.

Today Spring passed by, and we all came to dance.