Doorstep Wonders


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.


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