Under the Blossom

An afternoon of rare pleasures. First, a cherry snow cone while skating at Greenlake. Hot and thirsty. The first taste was divine, had to almost close my eyes. My new friend Gregory and I skated two times around the lake. After half an hour, I went into the kind of meditational silence I've experienced while ice-skating. Breathe in. Breathe out. The scent of water coming in my lungs. Scent of sunlight. Shadow. Felt my face drop its shield. Then raced past my friend, laughing. Watched him pass me. Endless time. We topped off the afternoon with a splendid performance of The Tempest by a youth theatre at The Bathhouse. In a cowslip's bell I lie [...] On the bat's back I do fly. After summer merrily: Merrily, merrily shall I live now. Under the blossom.