Life, Awakened

It is currently 69F outside, 80F inside, and I have a box fan in the screen door to blow in the cool night air. The smell of springtime has filled my dim apartment. There’s a certain florid smell that permeates the night, and I am so in love. The night mists rise as the winds breeze in from the Gulf, bringing the smell of damp ground coming back to life. The smell of river rot, the deep, soul-churning waves of nostalgia as the blossom of trees begin to limit our views and cause us to turn away from the stars to each other. We hide away from the heavens to live it up on warm earth. We are so in love.

Published by Shawn

He's just this guy, you know?