alabasterjones

And so its war, on this beautiful spring night, where the harsh New Jersey winter has finally settled down to become a lamb. My window is open, and the air feels refreshing as I breath it in. There are still some children playing in the street, I can hear them laughing as they shoot hoops.

Perhaps somewhere else vultures are gathering with the same enthusiasm, sharpening their beaks and claws in anticipation of the feast to come.

And Why not?

The preacher said, "To every thing there is a season, and a time for every purpose under the sun."

Even the vultures, it seems, will have their springtime.