March Forward
12 March 2007
You know what I love about the northern hemisphere - namely living in the middle of America squished up against the Rocky Mountains - the seasonal extremes.
A few weeks ago Boulder resembled a frozen tundra scene from Dr. Zhivago, and now, with the early advent of daylight saving, we’re in the throws of spring, i.e. the snow has melted, the temperature is warmer, and there’s thawing dog shit everywhere.
Snow has the effect of hiding small and large, bits and pieces.
Several months ago, my neighbor tossed his shovel into his unfenced front yard in a fit of snow shoveling despair. In the following weeks I watched it disappear under piles of fresh new snow.
Recently, as the snow receded, my neighbor’s shovel reappeared with a chunk of dog shit perched neatly on the handle.
He has another shovel specifically for gardening, which is good.
I live in a third floor apartment that overlooks my neighbor’s property so I’m privy to the activity in his front yard. In addition to the shovel goings-on, I’ve noticed purple crocuses sprouting haphazardly on his lawn - now there’s a sign that spring has sprung.
Soft downy buds are appearing on trees throughout my neighborhood too.
So that’s receding snow, thawed dog shit, crocuses and new tree growth, oh and due to the warmer weather, lots of skin. After months of dressing for the Artic, spring in the northern hemisphere is all about exposing one’s pale and pasty flesh.
Yesterday, my neighbor sat in his front yard amongst the crocuses, shit-coated shovel nearby (maybe he hasn’t noticed it yet?!), in shorts and nothing else, while pretending to read.
I sat on my balcony and pretended to read too, it gave me the occasion to perv at my neighbor’s naked chest.
And why not! I noticed that he perved at every small and large, bit and piece of bare flesh that wandered along the footpath in front of his yard - less so when the skin was wrapped around a bloke.
Ah the follies of post-winter spring fever apropos abundant opportunities for unabashed mutual perving action.
How could you not love that daylight saving has marched forward a few weeks early, and will fall back a few weeks later?
With all the extra daylight hours there’ll be ample time to shovel shit, and spy on half-naked neighbors.
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