Outside

Tonight I drove around the city with my windows open. Wisps of a hundred blossoms rushed in and out my windows, on and off my tongue, over and around my lungs. I am ready to move outside again.


I have a taste for air, somewhere in my subconscious; and I guess we all do, being life-linked to it as we are. There is steak-and-potatoes air, like the thick heavy stuff you breathe in Ghana. There is healthy eatyourveggies air, just after rain or high in the mountains. There is dessert air--and that is the air of springtime.


'Outside: The world existing beyond where one is physically confined or obliged to be.' -Oxford English Dictionary

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All day and night, music,
a quiet, bright
reedsong. If it
fades, we fade.

Rumi