east west

it came back positive.

i guess the land has done what she could to usher me into this new phase gently. these vernal rains are much different than their autumnal cousins: it's almost as if they're falling out of habit rather than out of any sort of pent-up desire. it's sporadic: here's some rain, now a little sleet, you know what -let's forget all that and bring out the sun, oh never mind - it's not time yet, we need to return back to the rain. the ground is soft, tentative, forgiving. the daffodils and cherry blossoms are on my side this time around.

though it feels like such a cliche (as much of this unfortunately does), i was that girl walking through the park in the late afternoon, pulling every branch to nose level, closing her eyes, trying to come to terms with an unplanned definition of reality.

posted by jessica @ 4:38 PM