The Universe is Whispering Sad Hopeful Secrets Into My Ears April 21, 2009

Today it was drizzling harder than it has in a long time and it felt fresh and spring-like and as I was walking towards the train I noticed the only tree on the block that had a full bloom of blossoms and I stood under my umbrella taking in the small, white clusters of flowers being rained upon for a few moments only to realize that the tree was in front of the church where I saw a homeless man two weeks ago get down on his knees in front of the locked doors to pray in the mid-day sun.