As I was on 8th Avenue at lunch time, it suddenly came to me that it was a red day,
which is counter-intuitive since red isn't a very spring color.
Everywhere I looked people were wearing red. By Dallas Barbecue...
.... by the subway.
Even the fire hydrant had a shiny new coat of red paint.
The lone tulip in the pachysandra was red....
as were last fall's berries reluctant to concede the new year's arrival.
