Spring, the Long Version

It’s a perfectly gray day by 9 am, as if the morning is thinking about taking all the energy out of my heart and putting it in a jewel box somewhere for safe keeping, a box I can hold in my hands and open later at a better time in my life. I trust I’m living in the long version of spring, where it’s possible to be lost in thought and accept a chocolate or two from a loved one without thinking.

Earlier I’d read that Plato’s grave was recently ‘discovered’ in a garden in Athens, and that he was most likely a slave.