Spring confetti lines the streets, hiding litter and decorating the moss-covered concrete.
Easter eggs adorn fountains, vibrant additions to decades old stone.
There is no brighter yellow, no fresher pink, nor a purer white.
And all on my doorstep, a stones throw from my bed.
The wonders of rebirth, free for all to see and enjoy.
Nature: the equaliser of Men, the freest of pleasures, and the proof that joy is both miraculous and simple.