Explanations

Before the maples go green, they are filled with red and I wish I could explain it.

There are so many things I can’t explain.

Like for the last several days I’ve been so excited to go outside that I whine and yip and scream wild and bursting at the back door. Like a banshee ya see because dammit. And just turn and turn in circles and holy god.

But then I get out here, and there is nothing, and I instantly forget why I was so excited.

And look, I’m not sure I ever knew why in the first place.