On a quiet Saturday morning, when I had the windows open to let in fresh air that will soon turn heavy and humid, I heard the songs of birds in a tree. I was suddenly taken back to a slower-paced time, a time without cell phones, computers, iPads, 300 channels on TV and radio that comes from satellites. I’m 9 years old again in my favorite charcoal-gray spring coat smelling the heavenly scent of purple lilacs.
Lilacs, the wonderful intoxicating scent of lilacs. And, it’s spring.
Rita Kaplan, Miami