the days get longer and the nights smell green
. The World at Large. Repeat. Repeat.
. In the stairwell, third floor, contorted against a window, and the custodians say good morning by name.
. I think about opposites. Push, pull. I think about a lot of things now.
. I don’t always know why I love the things I love. Do you?
. The Trumpet Guild is here and playing outside the window. No one in the meeting looks amused but I can’t stop smiling at the quirkiness of it all.
. Albariño + poutine + we make fun of our over eager bartender.
. Warm enough to leave the coat at home. The ritual of shedding layers has begun.
. Killing Eve. Last episode. Mini girl crush happening here.