The sensual awakening that is Spring - the welcome warmth, the air around the neighborhood dripping with the impertinently bold scent of lilac, the riot of color - reacquaints me with my skin after the long bundling-up of winter. No longer are wool or Gor-tex my safeguards against the elements. Now this tender, permeable barrier is where I meet the world. Protection. Container. Palette. Shield.
I don't mind that I can never really know what's under someone else's skin. I don't mind that at the end of the day I am just as impenetrable to everyone around me. But I am growing ever more committed to a vision of a life where that which surfaces, which emerges from me into visibility, is just completely... true.