Zigging my Zag: An Ode to Spring

There is a pleasant buzz about, and I think it's called spring. I think it's called rebirth and fresh hope and sunshine. Serendipitous moments just kicking around our neighborhood in Brooklyn, which is full of fresh energy and life, people pushing strollers and showing some leg, windows flung open and side streets with their green canopies begging for exploration...

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