Sunday, March 21, 2010

The First Crack of Spring

The weather has been truly superb with long, bright sunny days, refreshing spring breezes, and the sound of children running and laughing in the sunshine. This weather inspires all of us to make grand efforts to enjoy the extra hour of light, linger a little longer in the park and spark up well needed conversations with our friends and neighbors.


Admittedly, however, I love winter weather. It's good for my soul because I love being inside nestled under a warm blanket in front of the fireplace losing myself in a daydream. Also, I was quite pleased with the amount of snow we received this year in light of the global warming epidemic. It just felt right, it felt like winter should feel. With that being said, I am very pleased to see spring rushing ahead and jumping in line like an eager shopper at a sample sale who just scored the hottest item of the season...

The other day, my husband and I with our three daughters in tow, went to 3rd street park to linger. It was packed with mommies and daddies and their vibrant and stylish urban babes relishing the sun and running around joyfully. I dare say that spring fever is among us.

And then there it was, The First Crack of Spring...

No the sun did not suddenly shine brighter, and no I'm not referring to little blooms on branches or tulip bulbs pushing through the earth, instead I'm referring to the sighting of a full moon in pure daylight and not the one that helped guide Christopher Columbus through the night. It was a father of two accompanied by what appeared to be his wife and another couple. When they walked in, I couldn't help but notice the dad because the sun seemed to rest on what looked like a pale colored belt, or so I thought. As he moved closer, I noticed that what appeared to be a belt from afar was in fact, quite the contrary. It quickly became very apparent that his buttocks were perfectly perched atop the rim of his expensive jeans like a belt that lost it's way or a sash that felt down.

Now just to be clear, I don't take extreme pleasure in finishing this story nor do I feel very proud of my reaction, but I have to say, that it was probably the hardest, the longest and the loudest that I've laughed in months. Anyway, what took it over the top, was the fact that no one in his entourage seemed clued in, or perhaps they just didn't care.

It gets worse...


The dad got into the sand box with his children and took the spectacle up a notch by bending over. A woman in the sand pit with her son obviously shocked and disgusted, snatched her son up so quickly. But interestingly enough, stayed right there in the sand box staring at the full moon in awe and although she was but two feet away from the spectacle, she said nothing. At this point, I was in pain due to uncontrollable laughter. I could barely stand up straight when calling to my husband to come over and share my discovery. You're probably thinking that if I could call my husband over, then perhaps I could have alerted the dad that his buttocks were hanging out, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. It was just too funny.

As I watched the woman in the sand box still gripping her child and the dad on to bend number 7, I was in tears. And when the dad with his sun beaten, hanging buttocks finally left the park with his family and friends, on his way to what I assume an early dinner on 5Th, other people just arriving to the playground, couldn't help but notice the first crack of spring either...

Two things I'm sure of: (1) the guilt of not alerting the dad about his perfectly perched buttocks will pass and (2) there will be plenty of cracks in the near future letting us know that spring has arrived.



Happy Spring!



Barefoot in Brooklyn

2 comments:

  1. That was hiliarious!! I totally did not expect that to be the topic as I started reading your very lyrical prose, but it was perfect! Funny! and a wonderful welcome to spring!!! Thanks for the laugh and I look forward to more!! Cheers!

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  2. Refreshing! I love it.

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