Cherry blossoms drooping down with moisture on a grey, misty morning. No traffic, deserted sidewalks, so quiet and dreamlike, it was like walking around in an old Simon and Garfunkle song.
Remember this one?
What a dream I had
Pressed in organdy
Clothed in crinoline of smoky burgundy
Softer than the rain
I wandered empty streets
Down past the shop displays
I heard cathedral bells
Tripping down the alley ways...
If only it was just a dream.
Off to the grocery store this morning for a dose of reality.
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