It’s Palm Sunday. The week before Easter. There is a foot race, not actually a marathon, in our part of town today so the buses aren’t running over here and the car traffic is nil. A few people are out walking dogs, buying papers, having coffee. The air is cool and fresh but the wind of the last few days is down to nothing. The trees in the piazza have leafed out but are still that acid green of baby leaves. The clean up crew that clears away the debris of last night’s partying has done it’s job and gone away. It is lovely and quiet. The air is fresh. The sky is utterly cloud free and the brightest blue. What a swell day.
