my parade

Awake and alert this morning.  Taking it relatively easy the past few days has helped that feeling of climbing out of the trenches.  The sun and the wind play their parts as well.  There are other little surprises that spring at you from unexpected places.  On a reccomendation of a co-worker, I take a little shortcut through the Back Bay on my way to work in the morning.  The streets are uneven brick waves under your feet, a reminder of the history and past of one of America's oldest cities.  Turning the corner of this red river, I find my path strewn with flowers.  Pink and white, in clumps and sitting alone, their aroma a hint in the city air.  I slowed as walked through them, remembering a passage from a book I just read where the streets were filled with flowers for a conquering general.  When was the last time someone threw you a parade? 

The flowers on the street brought back other images, or petal lying on the surface of the water, the smell stronger and more immediate.  The way petals would stick to skin.  Boston has a serious lack of decent sized tubs.  I was spoiled in one apartment I rented in college, because it had a claw foot free standing tub in it.  It seemed a little ridiculous at first, but after taking my first honest to goodness bath in it I grew to love it.  There's just so much space in it, plenty of room to stretch out, to relax.  Everyone should have the chance to bathe in one of tubs, once in their life.