The golden sun, the longer days, the catalyst of heat,
It stirs the molecules inside of me slow at first,
But then by miracle the movement activates,
Wakens my long slumbering senses.
There is violence inside of me!
The positive kind born of inertia!
I must become physical!
I must expand being the limits of my skin!
This is a strange time and place,
When the seasons change.
Chemistry, the laws of physics, microbiology,
All working together to aggitate the spirit.
Seasonal superhero.
Have some pity.
These transitions are never easy.