I
woke up this morning after another one of those fitful nights.
Tossing
and turning, I just could not settle into a steady state of sleep, I don’t know
why.
Going
to sleep was never that easy but getting up never used to be this hard.
Walking
outside, I stopped dead in my tracks.
It’s
freezing and I’m not surprised but I’m tired of it.
Where
is spring? Where’s the show?
Where
have all the flowers gone?
This
isn’t the spring that’s advertised, not the spring I was expecting. This
is not the spring that’s promised.
I
don’t know about you but I’m not taking it lying down anymore. I’m tired of waiting around for spring,
waiting around for flowers. They’re out
there. I’m sure of it.
Forget
the errands and ditch the plans…I’m going hunting for spring flowers.
I
went back inside the cabin and laced up my boots. This winter might be hanging on longer than
expected but it’s got to be spring somewhere in this fair and filthy city. I grabbed my field guides and I grabbed my
hat. Then, I punched some buttons on my
iPhone and I downloaded some apps.
I
got a Thermometer App and I got an Altimeter App.
That’s
right. I’m going to start this hunt at
the highest heights. I’m climbing
straight to the top of Philly Mountain and I’m not going to stop until I get to
the lowest low.
I’m
going to scour this city top to bottom.
Somewhere
along the line, I’m going to find some spring flowers.
One
quick look around my apartment in case I was forgetting anything.
That’s
right. I’ll need my mountain lookout journal
and a good pen. Now just need to fill up
the canteen with some cider and I’m set…on my way to the top of the city…up, up
and away…
