I arrived in Buenos Aires 32 years ago this week. Then, as now, it was the run up to Spring. The cool air of Winter was cut by warm shoots of light that made walking her streets like pushing through the folds of night and day. Flower sellers hawked little bouquets of waxy-petaled jasmine from buckets, perfuming the streets. Birds sent their hopeful melodies into the air and the insects who had sat out winter in silent protest for those missing degrees once again began their sunset symphonies.
But of all the Spring creatures, it was the Porteñas that most fascinated me […]
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2 responses to “The City and the Flower”
Kevin, I am perched here, above the Columbia River Gorge, holding my breath for dropping temps and cool rains to release me from the months-long threat of drought-loving wildfire. Your soothing familiar voice, in testimony to the ongoing seasonal global swings, is just the balm I needed. You are my Sunday morning gift. Thank you for giving – again and again!
Tus bellas descripciones, esta vez la alegría por la llegada de la primavera. ¡Cuánto tiempo que llevas viviendo aquí! Gracias ,Kevin.