hmph.
it’s so strange that i used to sit in front of this blank expanse and i could feel the air swirling around me.
sometimes i’ll be walking in the breezeway and the spring air has a particular scent of rain and wildflowers that makes time stand still.
the dry heat still swelters my pores and sings my favorite tunes.
i used to be so angry at the expanse. now i just find it brings peace.
things have changed. chemically.
sometimes writing 