you know how it is.

sometimes you encounter a few other worlds on your way to work.

okay oikay let me try to describe

it’s always dark when i leave work. and by always i mean the last 4 months.  i am used to bracing myself, gathering gumption as i push open the heavy door. 

i do this without thinking today, but the cold doesn’t snap, no sharp shock on my face. it’s not...warm, but there is the thought of warmth in it. 

it’s raining, the air smells like gasoline and dirt and life. i stand silent by the car for a moment, breathing. not at odds with my environment, not shivering, hurrying, or cursing at the frigid air. 

at last. 

how much do Jedi get paid

green in gray January.