Ask me about the weather
Ask me about the weather. “It’s fine”, I’ll say. Perhaps I won’t tell you how the sun breaks through my window in a thin line between the curtains that I always forget to close properly. I won't tell you how that first ray of light in the morning hits me and cuts through my skin. And don’t get me wrong, I can still feel the heat of summer and marvel at the purple’s palette in the sky, right after the sunset. Ask me about the weather. “It’s getting a bit colder”, I’ll say. I may want to tell you about the trees. The new sounds they’re making because of the wind and how I want those sounds to be louder. Louder enough to silence the thoughts in my mind, the stares of frightened people inside their houses. Ask me about the weather. I’ll say some days are sunnier than the others. I may even tell you summer is lasting longer. But ants know better. I’m watching them on my window frame, picking up food, getting ready for ...