monday april 9 2007
Printemps ...Quand?

Repost with edits from Wednesday 21 Mar 2001
Hi. I just wanted to tell you... It was nice to hear from you last week. You sounded happy, you sounded good.

In fact, your voice is almost like a song (a quiet one, but a melody). And I could almost taste you in the morning, when I was walking on the sunny side of the street, towards the train, towards work, today. And I believe I felt you gently striding next to me breathing down my neck a little bit this evening, when I went for a walk around your block.

Yet, I sense that you aren't quite ready to take this further.

At nighttime you get timid. You tell me you feel as though it is too soon. You say you're rushing things, even as I beg you not to hesitate.

But as I was walking home tonight along the middle of the block where the street goes diagonal, and I heard that band practicing in the warehouse with windows high-up, as the voice sang "ooh, Shaaa, la la la....", I knew. I could feel it. It will be soon... You will warm my bare skin. You will wash over me in pure gold and greens and pinks. You will return my love. We will be One, walking arm-in-arm like lovers and best friends.

Oh, Spring! We have no doubt that you'll arrive eventually, but, please, Prentemps, Primavera, time-of-Unfolding... don't take too long. Maybe you don't believe me when I say that we'll appreciate you just as deeply if you arrive real, real soon. But I do believe we're ready. We might have even earned it.

Come on, Spring.
Make yourself the fuck at home.

Repost with edits from Wednesday 21 Mar 2001


Listening to this right now: Phillip Bimstein - The Bushy Wushy. This is tremendous stuff. Thanks David Byrne Radio.