Snapping turtles hatch in the garden, crows rattle and click in the trees. I sleep with bullfrogs and fireflies, I sleep with the windows open even though it is cold.
I woke up on the pine needle covered ground with bruises on my back, salt on my skin and the sound of the tide coming in. It was here, I think, I met you a hundred years ago.
Homesick, but I am already home. When I close my eyes I could be anywhere in the world, but I always find myself wherever you are, this is seasickness.