A photo a day for thirty days.
View up Seventh South just before eight a.m. when all the traffic is students and professors on their way to campus.
This tenor walked behind me for three blocks through campus quietly singing arias, probably on his way to vocal or choir class. It was nice.
Runners and walkers along the path in the park enjoying the spring weather.
By Billy Collins
If ever there were a spring day so perfect,
so uplifted by a warm intermittent breeze
that it made you want to throw
open all the windows in the house
and unlatch the door to the canary’s cage
indeed, rip the little door from its jamb,
a day when the cool brick paths
and the garden bursting with peonies
seemed so etched in sunlight
that you felt like taking
a hammer to the glass paperweight
on the living room end table,
releasing the inhabitants
from their snow-covered cottage
so they could walk out,
holding hands and squinting
into this larger dome of blue and white,
well, today is just that kind of day.