The Answer

There is a Scottish folk band playing on the corner and people are dancing in the street, twirling and splashing in puddles, with bicycles weaving lazily through the crowd and the sun is shining now again and I am walking beneath the dogwood trees and a spring breeze rustles the branches and a thousand babysoft pink and white blossoms scatter across my face and across the sidewalk like snowflakes.

I don’t know all the answers but I think this is one of them.