First Day of Spring

It's the first day of spring and it's snowing. I'm happily staring out the window of my office at work, listening to Videotape, and thinking of the weekend. Anticipation is often more exciting than what's anticipated.

I don't want this song to end. My life's wrapped up into this current emotion. There's a vibrating in my chest. The clock says 4:32. All things in my field of vision have risen to a heightened state, and the chair beneath me is falling away. Vibrant colors. A stanza of Mary Oliver comes to mind:

So this is how you swim inward.
So this is how you flow outwards.
So this is how you pray.