twenty-five degrees out & the air is sweet

with just enough sun to make it taste like springtime,

& flowers, & the freshness of the world after it rains.

we dance without jackets & twirl in the fading light,

and if we could all walk with our feet

firm on the ground, feeling the universe, feeling the world

so distant become what nurtures us,

if we could all walk only for a moment

without our hatred, without our grudges,

this is what i call "the idea of it" for a play i'm coming up with! it's basically the kind of intriguing summary you'd find on a book's jacket cover haha.