Feeling the season

The air smells divine

I am outside

Reading in the square against a backdrop of multilingual chatter, medical school students practising multi-syllabic terminology, and the rhythm of water flowing down the stepped landscaping.

A distant airplane, the screech of tires and engine rumble, bicycle clicking.

The warm air is punctuated by a breeze,

pushing,

retreating suddenly,

twirling then releasing my long hair.

Flowers and leaves not here last week flourish next to trees just budding out.

I think I desire ice cream.