The post oaks on East 13th Street are leafing out about a month early this year, bringing spring green to what should be dead of winter. It’s hard to feel optimistic about this, even though I look forward to that surreal color every year. And it’s hard to know what to do when the world seems to continue to implode. ICE raids in Austin (federal and state “payback” for being a sanctuary city), glaciers calving off Antarctica, and the lunatics running the asylum in Washington. Every day the news seems impossibly worse than the last. And there you are, focused almost entirely on shipwrecks and the locations of exit signage. You are the best thing in the world.
Little Bug 