slots of sunlight from in between the blinds wrap around you and shimmer-shake warm and white to drive away the last vestiges of winter. 

we lay like cats clasping from fingers to toes and i expect our bones to grow and wind together like twisting vines any time now. 

evening brings the clouds and we’re still entwined, shifting about in languor, yet somehow restless.

rolling overhead comes the first of the almost-summer storms, and the air is heavy-hot, the clouds dark electric, and our bedroom backdrop is lit by lightning.

the radio is on and we are serenaded by the anxious buzz of the severe weather advisory. 

tornado watch for the surrounding counties, the computer-voice informs us.

natural disasters have always excited me, and this is no exception. 

in my childhood home, i did not have to open the window to hear the rain patter on the roof and the crashes of thunder, but here we do, and it’s okay. 

tonight we lay about in restless inactivity, but soon we will reclaim our rightful place among the clouds, and deep beneath the streets. 

with our pant legs rolled up and our cameras slung about our backs, we will add to our list of transgressions against what is expected of us. 

wind will whip at our hair and jackets as we stand precariously in the highest places, and we will traverse the immense and forgotten, and light up the cold concrete dark down below. 

for now, i will wrap myself around you and dream through the thunder.