On the bus this morning, I sat next to a man with a cigarette between his fingers. Just a stump, really. It wasn't lit. He was holding onto the nub until he could get off the bus and resume his journey. The bus had its emergency latch partly opened, and that brought in a refreshing morning breeze. A little gift of air.
It's a new season for me. I've started a new job at my old job, with the same work email I was given at 22. And I'm back living in the same apartment. It seems only right to dust off this blog and get back in the practice of figuring things out.
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