tonight was the second time in as many days that

i've found myself walking back from the library far, far too late for my liking -

with feathery eyes, my mind floating on a string some ways behind me.

i'm so tired lately.

but, tonight i looked up and realized how lovely everything was.

flowering trees, soft ground, and some wistful scent in the air that i couldn't place but didn't care.

and while this whole post is one great cliché of spring and awakenings and revitalization,

that is exactly what happened.