Spring

The day is unpredictable. Irony, noise, movement. There is a homeless man lying on the ground in front a row of ATMs. The sun is shining, it's the first day of Spring. Uncertainty, electricity, conversation. A neon sign flashes "Tacos". A man darts through traffic on his bike, barely making the light before it turns red. Hope, growth, promises. People running to catch the bus, dragging suitcases behind them. Texting while walking, driving. No eye contact. A couple holding hands to cross the street. A big, burly guy walks into the cafe holding a motorcycle helmet with a faux mohawk. Uncensored, ever-changing, blissful. Earth is spinning. The day is constant. This moment is life.