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epistle log 20enty 6ix
king of may
there is something about the month of may, mingling the best of spring and summer in the clear warm days when you can still wear long pants and button up shirts but drive with the windows down and sleep with the windows up. memories of may always have included the end of school and my birthday and sunny days and light rain. it’s a good month, and with ripe strawberries i’ve always felt it was mine.
cut to the scene where i wonder if i’m in a movie: picturesque day. the may warmth effects everyone, even the jeweler who fixed my watch chain for free. i’ve got a well paying job that’s fairly easy, i’m going to catch up with all the xavier kids at the cinema, and the driving is perfect. windows down, wind stirring my hair, smiling from ear to ear. my car wants to drive, and nothing gets in her way. all traffic signals change as i approach as if on cue. if i were on the outside looking in on this movie, i’d be hearing a soundtrack by the sea and cake. i’ve never had a Wednesday this good. i’ve just seen jess, and am about to see old friends long absent. unstoppable, traffic parts for me as my car dances through the interstates and on ramps across the city.
it’s oh so good to be alive
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