grey days after sunshine don't bother me.

since college i have loved the reprieve that rain brings;
less pressure to don shorts and throw frisbees and drink beer out of paper cups.
to don a smile and get lost in the crowd.

small quiet spaces music playing,
sitting next to someone
who knows what i need with a glance
and can hear what i say,
and i, they,
suits me much better.

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there are daffodils up on the creek bed across the street.

i've successfully convinced the girls that agave is "special syrup."

i found blond on blond, which had gone missing for months;
when i put it on, i am suddenly in the car with tim driving along the delaware river.
now i know when we must have last listened to it.

i like how in spring, everyone seems undone by things like flowers and birds and warm air on their faces.

even on a grey day, you can hear things waking up out there.

more tomorrow. thanks for reading.
tt