Back in late April

I climbed a rope ladder into the sky and into some building. It was Rena's apartment building in Moscow Russia, the overcast sky outside reflected into the battery blue concrete walls and Glenn Graeber and I ran up the cement steps laughing and screaming joyfully. Our laughs and pants echoed through the staircase as he chased after me trying to grab something I was concealing with my hands. I turned my body into the blue railings away from Glenn and smiled.