I am in love

with words.

I flung the window wide open. I long to remove its screen, but through the wires, I can still hear the birds singing their approval of the sunshine. Cars exceed the speed limit on the nearby street, always rushing to the next place. I am not rushed today as I eat my plump green grapes and type.

This final is much better than the ones I'll take on campus. I am at home. I am reading poetry and then writing about it. I will have it done ahead of time.

And that feels great.

I am in love with words.