It's my first day here and I'm walking the streets of Brooklyn, exploring. The sky is grey, the sidewalk is grey. The buildings are brown and red brick with black twisted iron surrounding them. Then I turn a corner and a pop of color catches my eye. It's bright blue and though the color is exuberant, the words are sad. Home Sick. OK, maybe I am a little bit homesick. Homesick for San Francisco with her gaily painted houses and her joyful flower beds.
But the next day the sun is out and Brooklyn is alive. The sky is smiling down and suddenly the streets don't seem so grey and the brick houses become cozy and warm. The random explosions of color around every turn reach out to greet me. They say hello, and welcome.
So even though I may be a little bit homesick, I get dressed with spring and sunshine in mind. I venture back out onto the grey street to explore my vast new home with a smile on my face. When the sun is shining, the homesickness fades away and the joy of spring (a season for new beginnings) takes its place.