“being, i imagine, must be very simple.
it is becoming which is so messy and which i am all for.”
-james tiptree jr.
once the rain came
and the temperature rose by 50 degrees
and the snow and ice turned
to slush, and mud, and dirty water
and the discovery of this
brought such a level of joy and celebration
to the sandbox
that it was immeasurable.
“childhood is messy and beautiful.”