…and we all breathe easy, if only for a week of freedom before the travel starts. Wandering forth through gray and windy city streets, I find innocence clearly–and something missing. It was naive to think it’d lessen with one final circle, or writing my name, because in freedom comes a venturing imagination and wasting time in slow days congealed with a sun that (for now) remains still hidden in the gaping Northern schziophrenia.
But summer’s never far off, in gold and warm air blowing rose. We’re standing on the edge of…