I feel as though I write this same post again and again.
But right now, I do.
I miss the city.
I am huddled at home amid the mountains and comfortably curled up on my couch, resting for the performance weeks ahead.
But I’d rather be
bundled up, shivering as I walk briskly toward a subway station,
ducking into any available shop front for respite.
Right now, my balm of choice is
The lazily plucked dissonance of train schedules.