spring tumult

in a moment, i come to the strange realization that i feel as if i've forgotten what it is like to be cold. this i realize because my skin prickles, my feet ache, my eyes dry, and i do not recall having seen the sun today.

the air folds in a hard, dense wall across the street, and my breath only adds to the tactile opacity. in the back of my mind, i'm still dreaming of summer, the season i used to dread the most as a child.

these days, i cannot seem to get enough of it.

28 April 2016 20:36