blue skies over dundalk
Yesterday, after several days of continuous of pouring rain, a block of a central street connecting Baltimore's largest and busiest non-highway North and South roads collapsed onto heavily used CSX (once B&O) railroad tracks, swallowing ten cars, streetlights, and the retaining wall, with no injuries. Parts of the city originally built as industrial manufacturing powered by water mills along mild streams flooded more than they have during hurricanes. Basements flooded that never have before. The beginnings of vegetable gardens washed away.
It is distinctly possible that I have never been so happy to see a blue sky as I was this morning, with all possible exceptions during times of temporary homelessness and lack of utilities.
It is May Day, Beltane, last frost, quite suddenly a Spring some part of my mind thought would never, ever come. I'm working part of the day, white collar academic but union supporter and science pagan that I am, planted herbs all morning, took a walk for lunch to the Patterson Park pagoda, a spot of garden in my city where I've never been before. My boots are covered in mud, but the sky is bright, with little fluffy clouds, and the ground has stopped falling in on itself. I'll take it.
(and in grey, to become a blueprint someday)
It is distinctly possible that I have never been so happy to see a blue sky as I was this morning, with all possible exceptions during times of temporary homelessness and lack of utilities.
It is May Day, Beltane, last frost, quite suddenly a Spring some part of my mind thought would never, ever come. I'm working part of the day, white collar academic but union supporter and science pagan that I am, planted herbs all morning, took a walk for lunch to the Patterson Park pagoda, a spot of garden in my city where I've never been before. My boots are covered in mud, but the sky is bright, with little fluffy clouds, and the ground has stopped falling in on itself. I'll take it.
(and in grey, to become a blueprint someday)