I like when spring comes. Especially here in Columbus. There’s a resonating sigh from the entire city that’s just happy it didn’t collide with anything too bad because of all the ice in the winter.
There’s these trees that are planted everywhere in CMH, and they have these gorgeous little flowers that as the wind blows they begin to fall off, and what you see is a final illusory snowfall. If anything, it’s just a reminder that the seasons are transitory, and once you get done with one, well, another’s right in front of you.
Speaking of, I’m in a bald season. Shaved my head twice, and for the first time I remember, I’ve been told I was “hot”. Facetious or not, when you’ve grown accustomed to “cute” and “handsome” (the unfortunate bounds of the 5-7, “better-looking-than-not”s of the male world), you take hot however you can get it. This is why my head got shaved more than once. You can see it on Facebook.
Melissa said that when she looked at the picture, that I had sad eyes. She’s always been incredibly perceptive about those things, and when I looked at the picture, I see the same thing she does.
A well slept opposite sex
Messages waiting on me when
I come home
I’m not sure what it is. Maybe it’s nothing. But, as often has happened in my life, I’m just waiting to turn a corner.