Spring appetite: I want some toasted almonds (a must in April!), a red pear, and some toast, and to walk on the beach in bare feet, even if it’s clammy and cold outside, and a hug from a particular someone (yup, you), and a warm woolly blanket to be wrapped up in when I come back from the beach, and then… a mug of black coffee to drink with a shot of Talisker as soon as I’m wrapped up in that blanket, a good film or some new Desi music playing, and at least ten hours to sleep off my present half-deadness. And the next day, total silence, as I wrestle with the pain of a newly-hatched heart, that had no idea of the shell it had been hidden in all these years. Daffodils and forsythia bloomed all yellow this morning in NYC. The air smells green, though the sky is gray, wet and windy.
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