Journal: Monday, April 17, 2006

This past weekend’s weather was wonderfully easygoing, just as a spring weekend should be. The air seemed thoroughly gentle from Saturday morning to Sunday evening. I spent a good part of the time in the park, and never once did I feel any stress or strain in the air. The breezes blew with a friendliness that is especially reserved for April. Late in the afternoon, when I spent an hour or so in the park, walking and reading and taking pleasure in the mild feel of the day, I felt a thorough sense of peacefulness. Families and friends were strolling with an easy grace along the walkways, a few gulls were floating above the pond with apparently no effort, and two or three silky clouds were wandering from east to west. It was a scene of utter tranquility. I noticed a similar atmosphere yesterday, Easter Sunday. I did my morning exercises in the park, and even at 11:00 a.m., families had started to gather to enjoy the placid weather. Amid blooming flowers of every shape and color, moms and dads strolled along with sons, daughters, and dogs. I went back for a walk with my son, Matt, around 4:00, and the weather seemed even more serene. Nothing was able to disturb the weekend’s ability to show people how good-natured springtime can be.