My days are a blur punctuated by too little sleep. But morning sun is glorious over the grey waters of Saint-Lawrence and the evening brought a flurry of early-winter snow that is in equal parts magic and desire. My heart is so full that being tired hardly matters. I feel alive, connected, vulnerable, tender in all places, invincible. I feel like I know everything about living and dying. I feel like I’m in love and I don’t even need someone to be in love with. Although that would be okay too. Black Pumas’ Oct 33 is on an endless playback loop in my head, even when there is no music.

I got your number

I do

I’m sending love where you’re at

I do