Admixtures of Spring

As each vibrated shock connects foot and concrete an imaginary explosion of saturated springtime chroma travel the cracked surface.

A purity of color, a beautiful reflection of scrolling shadows ghost my motions as if pounding out a lucid running daydream.

It’s raw reality, it’s freedom it is an exhilarated high like none other.

Taking pause to feel the pounding in my chest, the warmth of my breath and the tugging hunger in my belly, admixtures of fresh spring aromas dance and mingle with baked goods and the allurement of what lies in the bakehouse invites me in a little closer.