Like Spring

Love was delicate at that point. He felt hungover except he didn’t drink. A memory grew from a small leak and slowly filled his mind. Like a balloon being prepared for a child’s birthday. He wasn’t the the blue man he thought. Looking at himself in the mirror examining himself. Clean shaven hair short. Love, had returned. The memory that sparked this wasn’t anything special. Was like the smell of garlic in the pan something boring everyday. Reminded him of cooking dinner butter on bread. The sound of a coffee machine. It was like that. Physical brought into the mental. He felt similar to spring melting water allowing a plant to live. He thought about fields of wildflowers and trees blooming. He wasn’t sad now. Strength returned to him. He breathed in and out. Mark Love he said. He did his jazz hands in the mirror and smiled. He knew what to do.