Tissues stuck in every pocket...tissues left scattered like a trail of bread crumbs that lead nowhere. Juniper, cottonwood...oh, the horror! Whenever the heat comes on I start to sneeze, pollen and/or dust rising like warm air straight into my nose. I like spring. No wait, I hate spring. If I wipe my nose on my shirt and then take it off, will the neighbors see?
(Oh, like you never thought of doing it.)
The days warm slowly; pretty soon I can turn the heat off for good and resume normal breathing. I really do like spring. Or I will--any day now.
In the meantime, I am not mysterious. I sneeze loudly. They can hear me coming a mile away.
