I can smell violets and hear rustling in the houses

[squirmelia]

I washed my hair in rainwater and then that evening I approached my house from the opposite end of the street to normal, the end of the street that is punctuated with a lawn (actual grass, not even hidden behind a high fence, but there are 'No trespassing' signs). I walk on that side of the street and it seems somehow different. I can smell violets and hear rustling in the houses. I think about the romantic aspects of ampersands and try not to think about how unappealing my shadow is when I am naked. It is dark now, and I remember I want to swim in the sea at night. Well, float really, but there's only puddles here. I wonder if skyscrapers will ever be built on my street, and decide that I want to blow bubbles out their high windows if they are.