we fell into unwilling hibernationthat early spring. trees hadn’t yetbud their impertinent blooms into thebrooding ides of march. life,oblivious, hadn’t yet paid its roomand board for an early novembercheck-in. sealed in and slumbering, breathing was […]
no notificationsor badgesor pushes.I want to knowwhat to doandwhen to do itby acceptingwhere I am,who I am with,andwhy I am here.