Standing a few feet above in the air,between the symmetry of the street, watching the old light dim, over old buildings and older memories,when I see two lovers kiss amongst garnled dogwood in a bloom of gaudy white, I sigh to myself again, in this new colorful spring and burn.

2001-04-05,Atlanta

Dostovesky's White Night flashed,followed by the reds of a twirling flamenco skirt.The old main street of the university framed in the whites and blues of a new spring, drawfed by the spires pushing out of the ground not too far off,I somehow saw beauty in that instant and when I turned and looked at the lane again, I saw that the carpet of flowers had caught fire and this spring was burning again!