Eyes open! Eyes wide! The clock hands leap as gayest spring lambs. The clock hands sun-sing amid this blessed morrow’s tide. Sound and sight marry as one, bolder in each declaration that true day hath begun. So rise up! Come hither! Grab bonnet and cap! Grab parchment and pen! Bring sweet maple sap! The cold night is banished. The long winter battle is won. A dawn of mirth and merriment announces that happiness hath come.
Today there is a new optimism. I feel that the music of the universe shifted into a more energetic gear. It takes time for these things to manefest in the world, yet despite what we are witnessing upon the global stage today, I sense better is coming.
The marquee, as if in cheery echo of summer spun cloud, speaks of sweet days ahead.