New York City, April 8, 2013
★★★★★ Sparrows were singing from the traffic lights, perched on the tubular cross-braces atop the posts. A morning glow filled the street; two daffodils were up in the beds behind the scaffolding. A man on the train was wearing flip-flops, though there were still puffy jackets on the platform. The bodega flowers smelled like flowers. A sunbeam fell on a red bicycle. In the treetops, buds were opening, a tentative tan. Men wore suits easily, without coats; other men, on the same sidewalks, carried skateboards pointing up and down.