Robin’s Egg
The sky is the color of a robin’s egg.
I’m playing Peter Gabriel’s cd, Up, through my computer; my stereo is sputtering too much now to enjoy music from there. Sunny daylight is shining all around outside, and my coffee is good, with a vague smokey bite. I will be exercising soon, and I have to get a haircut as well. Gotta get new — at least a little. It’s that rennovation urge, close to the blooming. At this point you can taste the new season on the air. I am ready for it.
There are whispers of some weekend snow, however; lingering ghosts of Winter. But now it is vivid, sunny-blue, and warm.
And the sky’s an egg…
I think it is holding Spring inside, getting ready to hatch warmth and flowers…tall air. Eventual rains: greening the landscape. With music coming directly from the computer it is like I am typing these words into the sound. With the sky so perfect egg-shell blue, it is like Spring is pouring out of the light and color.
It’s environmental. Ambient.
Like the typing.
I would like to hatch something elegant, on this pretty near-Spring day.