a light powdery layer of pollen settles on my laptop, my coffee cup, my toes which are seeing the sun for the first time in seven months.

the sun heats my right leg and I find myself strangely anticipating the day this warm kiss will become a hot red burn.

the birds have been yapping on since seven in the morning, and I can only assume that there must be plenty of gossip to catch up on since last august.