The blustery day preceding March tossed the sweet peas off their makeshift trellis. They look crumpled and a little listless. Potted plants need their fertilizer brought to them; living in this dirty city, I swallow supplements every morning. Gut it out. Hear more traffic than birdsong. Yell at the one you love when you're tired of yelling at yourself. Coffee is hot and weak. (none too proud)