In many areas of the United States,
the month of April is a confirmation that spring is trying to settle in and
display all of its beauty. Such is the case in the DC/Maryland/Virginia area,
the region where I live. The famous Cherry Blossoms are in bloom, as are apple
blossoms, jonquils, tulips, chrysanthemums, and other colorful flowers of the
season. The grass is verdant again, and leaves on the area's myriad trees are
budding green. The air seems fresh as it alternates between cool and crisp on
some days, and mild and not-so-crisp on others.
April seems to say that good things
are still possible for this troubled world as well as for people's individual
lives. April tries to take care of the environment with its rains and breezes
and its renewal of all of Earth's creatures. Not only is April a renewal month
and a poster month for the environment, April is also, as most people know, a
big month for travel.
In Aprils past, I've traveled to
California, Florida, and New York, among other places. Thinking of April travel
destinations reminds me of songs like "I Left My Heart in San
Francisco" and "April in Paris." I've never been to Paris in
April. But some of my friends will be
traveling to the City of Light in a couple of weeks. While they're in Paris,
I'll be "in the shed" working on my literary projects. However, I'll
be thinking about my friends during the coming weeks, whenever I think of the
song "April in Paris," and whenever I have my own memories of Paris
in mind.
