I could not figure out what they were for a long time. During dusk, little specks that struck me softly in the face, cool but not wet, stinging my eyes when I was unlucky. After nightfall, preceded by tiny flashes of light, a small twinkle that looked as trivial as the impact hit.

It wasn't until I inhaled one and remembered that bitter, crinkling feeling in the back of my throat that I remembered biking through clouds of insects. They're just as anxious for the warm weather as I am.

11 March 2014 21:15

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