Tulip in the rain by Foto Martien on Flickr.
It was on evenings like that, when the sun setting far behind the buildings turned the sky between their spires a light, easy blue. The days were getting longer, but not in the noticeable way, unless you really paid attention. It was in those city streets, among the men in their loosened ties, the women in their heels, everyone in a hurry to get somewhere you were not headed. It was in the music in your headphones, the shuffle setting bringing on the song you didn’t know you needed to hear. It was in the tapping of your heel at the crosswalk as you waited for the light to change, cars speeding by. It was in that singular moment when the wind blew just right and you were reminded that, indeed, there was an ocean lying just beyond that concrete and steel. It was then, just then, that you knew what it meant to come alive.