“Spring came that year like magic and like music and
like song. One day its breath was in the air, a haunting premonition of its
spirit filled the hearts of men with its transforming loveliness, wreaking its
sudden and incredible sorcery upon gray streets, gray pavements, and on gray
faceless tides of manswarm ciphers. It came like music faint and far, it came with
triumph and a sound of singing in the air, with lutings of sweet bird-cries at
the break of day and the high swift passing of a wing, and one day it was there
upon the city streets with its strange sudden cry of green, its sharp knife of
wordless joy and pain.”—Thomas Wolfe, “The Train and the City,” in The Complete Short Stories of Thomas Wolfe,
edited by Francis E. Skipp (1987)
I took the image accompanying this post this past Friday at Madison Square Park, in New York City.
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