There’s a kind of hush
Woke up to a calm that was echoed in everything – the quietness in the house with the absence of Wolfie, the tranquilness of the park this morning as Loca and I walked through a sort of stillness, thickness, almost lulling white noise and overexposed light. The calm before the storm, even though the storm was Tuesday, when we all stormed into the streets with costumes and fire in our bellies ready to roar.
It’s almost spring, you can tell by the pink and purple blooming thistles on the banks of the lagoon, the new growth on the bark, the windows opened and the birds singing. We’ve crossed our seasonal hump here in New Orleans despite the fact that St. Joseph’s Day and St. Patrick’s Day parades are in the wings – our winter festivities have come to an end. Now it is time for Spring fun.