Winter and spring are waging a furious war on each other. Every night, snow falls and the wind is icy. During the day, a relentless sun burns away the snow, not even leaving wet patches on the sidewalks. I pull the blinds against the brightness but still get headaches.
It's Easter. Time off work, a busy time in church (and I waver between wanting to take part and not), evenings watching TV or reading fanfic, egg hunting with young nephews. The guitarist of interest is off playing gigs in crowded clubs too far away.
I think about: why I only feel like myself when I'm alone.
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