It’s late winter and I’m in the rut of all ruts, but today three people I love and haven’t spoken to in months or years all hit me up without clear cause or prompting and those types of wild, random, redemptive things can make you want to entertain the notion that there might be some sort of keeling, reckless sense to the world’s happenings, even if just idly or for a moment.
Little Bristling Soul 