Benchmark of vastness
This has been the endless weekend. I remember that there was a yesterday morning, and I remember salient points all throughout, but it feels like I'm standing at the edge of a monstrous natural formation, looking over my shoulder, thinking, "Huh, you'd think I'd be hungrier after all that hiking."
Sometimes I forget what the first weekend of real spring is like. I can go outside, so I go outside, and climb all over everything, and look at everything, and run and play and throw stuff and remember what it is to be alive. This spring especially. Spring has sprung from ruined blackness. Miracle. Also, commonplace. Which makes it even better.