Wearing fingerless gloves to type while listening to live music outside. It might be a little colder than I would like, but life is good.
Local bands and clouds provide the backdrop,
A white paper cup with a black plastic top
and brown sleeve,
Sits on the round red metal table,
Providing warm sustenance
on this chilly first day of spring.
The sun plays peak-a-boo with the clouds.
Pushed by the wind,
the clouds are winning.
Guitars and drums fill the cool air with a steady beat,
The vocalist sings “we all fall down”,
Someone in the crowd whoops.
Raffle tickets are sold.
Coffee, beer, and wine are sipped.
The raindrops on the sidewalk have evaporated,
Flags are flapping,
People are dancing,
The celebration has begun.