Here and now, my nose hurts when the weather changes. My knee aches too. Our bodies are the accumulation of the lives we have had. The past stacks up in our bones. It does not forget us.
I love that even in the city, there is no getting away from the weather. Every person is huddled under an umbrella. They don't all stop to see the water drip from the daffodills. Some of them never even look at the sky. But I do. I remember.
