It's visibly humid today, the air hanging thick and wet over the District like a heavy blanket. The magnolias by my office have bloomed, which always makes me think wistfully of the years I spent in New Orleans, and the girl I was then.
If I could go back I would in an instant, but now is not then and things are so very changed, and changeable. I've learned in the interim to keep my wants small, and where I want to live now seems small enough. Would that I could I'd live in the house I bought over a month ago.
That would be nice.