March ends with a content sigh, leaning into cherry blossoms and gentle breezes, dragging light weekday rains across the old East River docks. You drive the illness from your lungs with determination, honeyed teas, and more rest than you've seen in ages. It is stubborn, but you have survived worse ills, you remind it, you have survived a Darkness and once you can dig yourself out of Death, you are invincible.
Another airline ticket stretches in your back pocket, nothing ever feels better than having one foot on the tarmac, you collect yourself and remember that all this frenzy leads you to an arrival, and that makes all the difference.
April begins with a whisper,
but you do not chide it.
You have begun entire dreams with a whisper
Have moved mountains
with the lightest nudge.
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