hoy estaba nublado.

i woke up to my alarm at 8:00 this morning realizing i hadn't brushed my teeth the night before. took a pill for the old allergies and puffed twice on my albuterol. hit the snooze.. 

around 10:30, despite my body's urgings to remain under the covers, i untangled my bare legs from the sheets, 1,000 threads and counting. without adjusting my camoflage shorts i managed to step one bare foot onto the cold tile floor. 

today, it was cloudy. cristian says spring is just coming and doesn't know if she wants to be hot or cold. la primavera. spring. no snow here to melt uncovering new life.  the changes here seem more nuanced than back home. 

spring and i understand each other i think. our palettes thirst for the novelty and color of a new season, but can't seem to tear ourselves apart from the long nights of winter which have become so comfortable. we anticipate change, at times we even insist it, but once it arrives, we realize the change is too much. thus we retreat and so we remain, squinting through the fog to another season.