february 28: a task

Have you felt so low, so finely in tune with the arrangement of your insides, that it takes a soft yet precarious movement of both mind and body to emerge? And when I say emerge, let it mean what first comes to mind, let it mean the home, and the heart, and the vile corners of your mind. Let it mean something other than just sleeping through the winter—but sleep through the winter, if you must—or stepping aside continuously until you find yourself on the edge, the coast. Your body soaking in boreal saltwater, aching for the horizon.

Ask yourself, and do it now: have you ever felt so in tune with anything at all?