we fell into unwilling hibernation that early spring. trees hadn’t yet bud their impertinent blooms into the brooding ides of march. life, oblivious, hadn’t yet paid its room and board for an early november check-in. […]
no notificationsor badgesor pushes.I want to knowwhat to doandwhen to do itby acceptingwhere I am,who I am with,andwhy I am here.