Daffodil Rag

Daffodil Rag Free, at last free from the desk and that phone – free to run down the stairs and outside! All day I watched spring stretch in the sunshine from the business as usual office upstairs. How easy, how simple, to look at life walking, coughing, running, holding it’s hat. How peacefully sheltered the plate glass tombs keep us from sunshine, the wind – the rumpus of spring. But, five o’clock comes setting me free again to run greet the wind, waiting for me. Opening the door, the wind grabs my hand then laughingly pulls me down crowded streets. We dance with the daffodils nodding their approval – smiling at the mischief of spring.