It's gonna be May.

I had the windows in my apartment open all day and all night yesterday, and, as I was listening to the birds, and my neighbours' kids (they were jump-roping (jumping rope?) honestly - when was the last time you saw kids actually doing that) and my neighbours' dogs, and cars, and roof repairs, and high heels tip-tapping by, and garbage trucks groaning up our steep street and gobbling up our trash, the parp of air brakes as punctuation... I realized that I had missed the sounds as much as light and air of spring.

Welcome back.


But I swear, if that creepy ice cream truck with its warbly mechanical tune parks itself across the street from my house every day from now until September, I may go crazy.

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