Springtime

I forgot but something happens here in the spring... all of us, the leaving and the left start holding on a little tighter if only for a month.  Even Mike, who I thought was immune to such things.

This year, I, part of the leaving, have given my body full permission to feel it.  Crazed looks, emotions surging, swinging so drastically that I sometimes feel like my body might just collapse to shut down for reboot.  I have never been good at middle ground.

So, I am drinking a little more than I should on more days then I should... getting dressed up, wooing a city that seems to already love me, but it feels like a good practice to never stop courting your paramour.