Check out my piece on Flip Collective today. Click through on the image below.
My street waited to be charming again. It was April and I could see it in the buds that formed at the ends of branches, in the park covered in grass and not snow. Change was so slow to arrive. Winter had us scratching at our pale arms and pulling on darkening hair. Going out and socializing just felt like something we had to do to avoid the complete disintegration of our mental health. It was formulaic and necessary, like taking antipsychotics. December and January. February and March. I slept through it all. I was waiting for a reason to love this place again.