People hanging a bit later, a bit longer, straggling, dawdling, making spontaneous campfires in their backyards and expressing sentiments about staying there forever:

This is among rank and file people in New Jersey, not obnoxiously self-conscious counter-culture types. I am talking 30 somethings, college kids, any and all.

There is a reaching out, an urge to connect.

I have noticed it too often as of late to think it just the result of the first warm spell, or typical spring fever.

It is powerful and more potent.

Does anyone else notice it?

A vibrancy.

Something?

If I didn't know any better, I would say we are on the verge of another Summer of Love.

A real one. Genuine. A release, perhaps, from hard economics, swine flu, job loss, strife and who knows what else.

If genuine, it will have its own songs, identity.

It will be unique, of an age, fresh, incomparable.

It will not be a revival of Bob Dylan (though Bob Dylan is great) and Haight-Ashbury.

It will be nothing like it.

It is hard to know if this vibe is just a flicker or something that will persevere and grow.

I wish I was not aware of it.

I wish I did not notice it.

I wish I just lived it.

Damn self-awareness and hyper-media.

Damn 21st century arriving on a stage where the audience has left the building.

There is so little that is deep today.

There is a lot that is intelligent, imaginative, and interesting, but so little that is deep, genuinely deep, that shakes you to your depths, truly and utterly.

Let it be a delightful summer.

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Does stomping out to my car in the rain count? Because if so, i marched in solidarity with myself, as my boss has morphed into a swamp witch.

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[nymag.com]

(compare with Kwak and Mossimo)

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