5.5.19

summer weather’s finally creeping up, balmy air sticking to the skin on morning walks down by the river,
and sunshine abound, driving the pepperoncinis, tomatoes, succulents all out on the balcony to stretch toward the sky.
it feels almost cinematic, each minute captured in slow-motion, humming in the kitchen, singing in the shower.
each notion about how the world works, hard-fought/deeply ingrained, refuted by a lesson.
29 springs before this that slowly turned into summer then autumn,
29 winters waiting for the cycle to repeat, les saisons.
It’s all a matter of perception, It’s all a feat of confidence,
It’s all a game, it could all be gone in an instant, so take a second to appreciate it.