Oh the word! The unmistakable waste of fine paper, the blotching of ink to make some nonsensical sentence that may or may not echo the wisdom or wistful knowledge that oozes from these keys. Don’t talk, just write. Don’t listen, just write. The fruitful days we’ve waited for are soon upon us. When the girls begin to flow in flower dresses and the coolers in supermarkets call like cavernous sanctuaries from summer. I cannot wait any longer for the heat.