spring fever
it's getting impossible. all i want these days (and nights) is to wander around the city in the long spring dusk and listen to the seagulls. i'm like a sleepwalker; i go to the corner store for matches and the next thing i know i find myself on the steps of the cathedral, dreaming the evening away, watching the sky change colours (dusky powder blue to lilac) and listening to the trams clank by down in the square, feeling like i'm the only person in the city. i wish i could spend the night there, wrapped in blankets, with the corinthian pillars curving over me. i nearly fall asleep at work but how can i sleep at night when it's spring out there?