Equinox

It was winter when we first walked in the park, but now everything is green. You should see how much it has grown. Now those lonesome boughs are covered with leaves waiting to fall. Waiting, to fall into seas in shades of vermilion and tangerine. There is cover under the screen of shade: asylum from the heat. The stream has lost its chill; its babble has become as temperate as bathwaters of peace. We were here once before, but never in the spring. This resurrection sun day, death has been defeated.