i shoveled snow onto a strawberry bed; then a dove cooed — on a day when i did nothing but search myself and steep in each minute of the deepening indigo sky, i suddenly had somewhere everywhere to be.

ᅟᅟᅟᅟᅟᅟᅟᅟᅟᅟᅟᅟᅟᅟᅟᅟᅟᅟ — arthur sze.