Spring Is

16 Jalal 163 B.E. April 23-24, 2006

Spring is a new age, the soul inhaling the glory of God. I set looking out my front window, the limb of a stone pine tree moves slightly in the wind. The garage door is closed and the sun is low in the western sky. I get up from the computer and walk to the picture window. Across the street, in a neighbor’s yard, red roses bloom. In the setting sun, the roses are especially beautiful. The sun highlights the roses scarlet petals, the flowers are beginning to open.

Spring is a blues sky adorned with white clouds. April is the first full month of spring, when showers are supposed to bless the earth. This April is windy rather than rainy, this year it is April winds. Winds blowing across mountains and descending into the valley; chilly winds, some may even say cold, caressing the blooming roses and the budding tulips. The neighbor next door has tulip beds, which bloom every year. The tulips are red, red tulips blooming in the desert. Even with a water shortage, the tulips bloom every year. Red roses, red tulips, green grass and trees; spring is a red dress adorned with emeralds, sapphires and pearls.

Spring is a city in the desert attracting tourist and seekers. Las Vegas is a city of bright lights attempting to outshine the stars at night. Las Vegas is a tourist city in the desert, a city worried about the shortage of water. Las Vegas is a city of casinos, elaborate show and locals trying to survive in the desert. Las Vegas is a city of locals planting trees, roses and tulips; locals waking up, going to work, coming home, and going to sleep; locals going to church, to synagogue or to masque or other spiritual services.