Wednesday, November 4, 2015

the second day of spring.

in case i can't notice, my blog posts are growing increasingly cry-for-help, and i'm imagining "help" is a meadow of wildflowers and butterflies taller than me which i went running through during the first day of spring when i was five. i couldn't wait 'til the next girst day of spring. i waited anxiously the last day of winter with my grandmother. then it came. it was a muggy winter-like slushy day. she told me over and over this was not a mistake. this was, indeed, the first day of spring. i was surprised and as a result of the surprise very confused.
i know i didn't imagine the first day of spring. i know there will be more.