honeydunce

Woke to my cat leaning back dreaming on the pillow next to me. Of catnip and tiny custom cabbie hats, I’m sure.

Coasting over the bridge, the sun kept defiant back to me. Two wheels cut the shades of shadow into rotary dials and wind bit and pulled saline from eyes. There is something brave about moving(for the moment that’s all my brain will give me).

Met my lady in gray for lunch. We spent a while walking, looking for something open and with power. Find a seat at the Soliders&Sailors memorial, and everything is that same color and we’re trying to cheer each other up. Walk down the big steps and part ways. Swallowed by students, to the shudder of elevator zipping up&up to my skyhover desk. An absurd amount of paperclips.

Reading about writing courses.(I like that sentence) I do this until my eyes ache.

I start the strangest letters in my head. The best though: Dear words, welcome to returning. If your fear is afraid then you have nothing to worry.