Sunny sky, high clouds, shadows like spring, a little green in the trees. Somebody’s running a weed-eater. Maddie’s sleeping, Kim’s writing, TV’s murmuring, I’m observing. Below my window, the intersection of 8th and Rhode Island is a shifting collage of cars, bicycles, walkers and joggers, fire trucks and ambulances, gaggles of people who clearly have no clue but are just as happy as if they had good sense, couples, families, lone souls, old bushy-bearded guys who sit on the wall for a while, plastic grocery bags hanging on their walkers, dredging up resolve to make it on home. Sometimes nobody, nothing, for a whole minute. And then parents and babies, big kids and buses, and so many dogs. Students going back and forth to Mass Street or the Hill, and after dusk, revelers. Yummy little word. Revelers. Revel. Revelry.
noun: revelry; plural noun: revelries
1. lively and noisy festivities, especially when these involve drinking a large amount of alcohol
“sounds of revelry issued into the night”
Sounds right. The energy flowing from Mt. Oread infuses everything here with youth and hormones so that even the commonplace has a zingy undertone. It’s a beautiful place to be, this town, and lately I’m seriously thinking about beautiful places. More tomorrow …
MASS STREET IN FULL REVEL