The shake of over-caffeinated hands as the metallic shrill of street work hums in the background like a sugar-mad carnival kid.

All loose carbs and movements— the fall is sweeping in like a Wagner score, except the Valkyries are sweating homecoming and starting spots on the field.

I’m walking back into past worlds under old names and new ideas. Stutter step and off-beat glide as instinct takes over where thought wavers.