it rained all last night. it came to me about one o'clock in the morning that a car window was left open. but i'd had a difficult evening and i couldn't care enough to drag myself out of bed to close it. it seemed like a reasonable thing to just let go. it's quite relative isn't it, what feels important to take care of and when?
this morning i had to go over to my old house to let my dog out. i walked. i took the long way and i brought my camera with me. it was overcast, not raining but wet. i heard a chorus of spring peepers for the second time this season. i was alone standing on the edge of the road and i thought, i could be a frog. i could survive the winter by hibernating under a log, my bodily fluids allowed to freeze to adapt to the cold, emerging in the spring as soon as the ice melts, my call a rising trill.