Rustling

The full bright green is already here, and the restlessness of early spring is almost replaced by heavy humid light. While outside has contented itself with a young maturity, in here it is still barren and unsettled, with slight bursting movements in all the wrong directions threatening to skip summer and just freeze over again.

Clearly the only thing to do is leave.

See that? That's me and Juliet. We're about to adventure after the quite talk we've just had.

Jump into swimming holes.

Navigate the subway.

Marvel at steel and glass.

Well, there aren't swimming holes, but there should be.

And now, a river and a North Carolina that were a respite from idiocies here are now just the same confusion and cold separation. Can I please just exorcise Self from Myself?