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today; the first walk of the new year,

the first one since autumn. a stroll
through the streets of our current
home. the air is thick with spring

and rain, heavy with nostalgia and
anticipation. i fill my lungs until
they might burst, taking it all

in: the grey clouds lingering, wind
rustling the branches (with new green
blossoming leaves), road steady beneath

my feet. these are the days i remember,
all promise and calm uncertainty (anything

is possible). i exhale; the world turns.