Current- in the Time of Chestnut Blossoms

Waking up with the birds, the cool spring air, the water everpresent in the body of the city, the bodies that inhabit you, that you inhabit.

I breathe you in.

Even before walking outside, I sense the morning light touching my skin.

To be (with)in and besides time.

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