I have spent many hot days talking about nothing. I love to melt in the sun, to allow myself to become softer. Winter made a madman of me. The warmth of late spring has smoothed out all of my rough edges and evaporated all of my violence. Time feels thin, stretched out until it is practically see-through. The grass is tremendously green.
I haven't rolled downhill in a very long time but I think I would like to. The tumbling force of my body against the hard earth and the seasick spin of the world as it passes me by... I think the worst thing we ever did as humans was move inside. The world is out there, waiting for us to return.