Dawn rises over our city. The
oppressive heat and humidity of yesterday is gone. The rush of yesterday’s work
day forgotten.
Delivery people toss
newspapers that plop on cool, concrete steps. Joggers and dog walkers nod at
each other on the streets as they slowly wake up. Buildings catch the early sun
and fill the dark alleys with light. People linger in bed with windows open
wide to let in the fresh breeze and the sounds of birds chirping. Lovers hold
hands as they walk along the shore, remembering the sweetness of last night.
Street vendors roll their
carts into place and begin to warm hot dogs and chorizo, Italian sausage,
satay, and burritos. They ready their ice cream bars and shaved ice cones.
Children race across the
grass as their parents spread picnics on blankets. There are pick-up games of
basketball and soccer. Frisbees glide on the air. Musicians gather on corners
and under the trees to play the sweet and sad songs of their ancestors and the
songs that rise from their hearts this morning. The rhythms of steel drums and
bodhrans, the melodies of guitars and the haunting Andean flutes. Shuffleboard
and chess, dashikis and yamulkes, laughter, dreadlocks.
The smell of corn roasting in
the husk fills the warm afternoon air.
People dance as couples.
People dance in wheelchairs. They dance in groups, they dance with their dogs, and
some dance alone, raising their faces to the sun in gratitude. Kites soar up on
the breeze. Big ships sway on waves in the harbor. Boats
with orange and yellow sails go by. Rowboats and red kayaks go by. Faces are
painted with imaginary blue creatures with whiskers, and toes are painted in a
rainbow of colors.
The city dances and sings
today, giving thanks for this glorious weather. Old folks and young people
dance. People with cancer smile and dance because today they feel good. People
with Alzheimer’s dance, so present to this moment of joy.
People of so many cultures are singing and dancing together on this beautiful, gorgeous, most amazing day outdoors.
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