The weather was gorgeous over the weekend, and I'm going to breeze right past the apocalyptic dread that fact raises in me, considering it's not even March yet. I spent some time in Prospect Park, and you'd have thought it was Memorial Day weekend, there were so many people out and about. The unseasonable warmth lent the people an incredulous jubilance everywhere I looked. It was like they were subverting all the rules written long ago about February, and getting away with it right out in the open. In every direction, little groups of accomplices huddled in circles laughing, shouting, smooching, playing, singing songs, and having the loveliest time. I walked around and I took it all in.
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Over there
A spot of sunshine
It's so inviting
I'd live in there for days
Over there
A conversation
A new tradition
I'd stay in there for days
Breaking all the rules
Breaking all the rules
To write our own
Over there
Friendly faces
The ones who know you
I'd live in there for days
Over there
The finest morning
A lovely evening
I'd stay in there for days
Breaking all the rules
Breaking all the rules
To write our own