Four Weeks in A Month

I had forgotten how my body shudders afterward. In some ways I'm relearning what it is to be me when there are no walls up. Even now...over an hour later... My body temperature is elevated; the night's damp air on the way to the bus station has been a pleasant balancing attempt.

We listen to "Girl From The Gutter" and it takes me back to nights out dancing with Randy and Nathan. For a moment I am sad as my heightened senses flash through the memories together. I have accepted that chapter of my life is over.

We must change busses. This night is an adventure beginning. I'm tired and don't want to work but the feeling of our hands clasped and fingers intertwined is a moment I can stay caught up in until our next space in time together.

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