across the pond

for my birthday this year i’m going to england! and not just any old england but the south part, near the ocean and the countryside and little signs that use ‘medieval’ as a descriptor. i imagine lines of laundry. i imagine grazing sheep. i imagine a smell, part water part earth, that speaks of history and ancestry and something i've forgotten.

when i get back they’ll be pictures! and stories! and charming tales of the time i’ll get my shoe stuck in a cobblestone!

until then i leave you with spring, which clearly has begun its delightful ascent into summer.