first_leaf_of_spring pete life here again, falling down upon our heads. the first leaf of spring is not a living sight, no it falls from its stubborn perch. the horns honk in the background, the ground welcomes each beating step, pounding the notes through my head, the song of mary's wedding. step by step, row by row, around the corner and off we go further now, down this road, off to mary's wedding... cool air slowly fills the room as my pulse normalizes. gord sings in the background and the foreground, like the sweat sticking to my forehead. it is neither here nor there in my mind, it simply is and i accept it as that. the course taken this time was the reverse of the usual. along the canal to the falls, then back along the river. a few groups of students were taking this beautiful day as an oppurtunity to smoke marijuana along the trail littered with joggers, bikers, walkers, and people other wise caring about the state of their lungs. the first leaf of spring fluttered to the ground the horns honked from the cars of the crazed fans, "GO" said on car, "SENS!" said the one trailing right behind it. hockey fever and nationalism is on. if you aren't a sens fan you are in the wrong town. as i ran through oxbox park, finally back on campus, i was mystified by the smell of feces. animal feces. the joy it brought was overwhelming. one thing the city is missing that my home town isnt is the smell of manure. i missed it dearly, and i never noticed until i ran through that park along the trail that snakes beside the river heading south. it mades me smile. it opened my nose and cheered it up. manure. who would have guessed? i danced alone, thinking thoughts of what we could do on a similar day as today walking, or running, along these paths stopping at the secluded points on the river, to sit in silence listening to the gurgle and chuckles of our life blood, the river. the day was much like today, only the decidous trees are green with budding leaves, long after the first leaf of spring has fallen. 040420 ... mon *sigh* beautiful . 040420 what's it to you? who go blather from