Spring

Freedom. I’ll turn to the place the power-hungry have forgotten.

Hello, curly little river. Bright water jumping over rocks, blossoms at the banks. This is special: the full power of spring. Does every year start out so special? That must have completely passed me by, sitting in the agency. Some plants’ leaves already reach for the wind, tall. Others still delicate, but strong with life, awake. The last ones are spilling their green out today. Like me. I’m not too late.  

Amazing, to be observing this. And so easy to observe, once you have a day off. This is what I’m missing out on, year after year, in search of perfect designs for advertisements. 

Perfect designs. Ridiculous. Perfect is this: green, sunny, living chaos. A completely different chaos from the one which makes my guts ache, unfortunately. Mine is helpless, nature’s is a tangled, powerful completeness. Helpless — hello, glistening water, do you have an answer?  

Oh, shit! Between the bridge piers! Someone in the water! Shoes and bags scattered by the path. Sees me, calls me! “Hello! Could you help me, please!” I’m alone, there’s a stranger under the bridge.

I pedal faster to get past the stranger quickly