It's happening.
Basically this, but for four months:
Plus this. Thanks, Nicole!
Plus the adorable apartment we will have most likely in Brooklyn. The apartment search is all-encompassing and never-ending.
Even the sun-clouds this morning cannot manage such skirts.
Nor the woman in the ambulance
Whose red heart blooms through her coat so astoundingly--
A gift, a love gift
Utterly unasked for
By a sky
Palely and flamily
Igniting its carbon monoxide, by eyes
Dulled to a halt under bowlers.
O my God, what am I
That these late mouths should cry open
In a forest of frost, in a dawn of cornflowers.
- Poppies in October by Sylvia Plath
Ooh, I hope you get wood floors and a window seat! Good luck with the hunt.
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