wander the sea

Spring Parade

[Cynthia Via]

[Cynthia Via]

The wall [Cynthia Via]

Why is there a parade every damn day after lunch in midtown full with drums and trumpets? Is the universe taunting us with its whimsical fun while we’re boxed in under mundane fluorescent lights. They must be throwing confetti and dancing– dancing! And we’re glued eyes to a computer. Now it dies. It was a short-lived party only to get us riled up. They’ll be back tomorrow, same time. Nope there it is again, full trumpets and drums. The madness! To be a tourist in a strange city…to be a stranger in an old city.

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