The end of Winter. It is officially Spring, and has been for some time now. I am frozen.
It's not that I stagnate purposefully. I am encased in sap. Covered in a thin layer of frost. I wish I could whack my soul with a piece of rebar and let it know that Wintertime is over.
I long for Summer. I very much enjoy the deliberate and semi-hypnotic clicking of my heels on hot sparkling pavement. It is deeply satisfying, a visceral sort of satisfaction.
I imagine that I am in some way dominating those pin pricks of sidewalk.
Tap tap skip. Crush crush crush those tiny molecules under my merciless heels and pink feet.
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