Blooming

Late February is blooming. In so many ways. This week felt as if the world (and it constituents) were slowly defrosting in the late winter sunshine. There was a buzz in the air as the sun came out. As the mornings kept their familiar cool, and loosened up to the feeling of being over prepared. In too many layers. 

There are handfuls of roses

and spurts of jasmine

and seas of magnolias

There are people dining in parklets (minimal layers) 

and there are spring dresses

We saw Jazz yesterday. Alice Coltranes son, Ravi, and his fantastic band. The music was astral and visceral and dimensional and beautiful. It was the best collection of people at a show, and it was so beautiful to look at everyone's bopping heads being transported to far away places through the power of sound. 

I went into the sunshine. I went into space, the universe, into moonlight. I went deep into the sea. I wonder if they all went there too. 

Today was the town square. Many conversations sparked and shared with sister. Strawberry Creek park had it all. Birthday party with dresses and crowns. Matching outfits. Herb faire. Grass time. 

That is the beauty of late February.