Feather

The world felt light like a feather tonight. No five layers of fabric to keep us warm, a sweater and a jacket sufficed. How light the jacket felt! Like a feather light. Even the buildings, their tons of layers of bricks glued together with the sweat of thousands of workmen long gone, were but tiny pixels in this azure ocean of miniature trampolines and kissing lip corners, teeth peeks and sweet saliva. A bird was singing on this first day people were talking spring. Still faraway, but a dot on the horizon, is the day skirts will touch the saddles and ice cream vendors will end their hibernation. A magnificently shining dot where we will wrap ourselves in each other, be birds and kiss like a feather light. Sweet saliva, sweet world.