An Itch

Embarrassing myself in public once again.

Will I ever stop embarrassing myself in public?

Probably not.

It’s spring in Victoria, the kind of weather where it’s not quite warm enough to give up a spring jacket entirely.

I’m walking to the university, which is about a 50-minute walk from my apartment. Fifteen minutes into the walk, my back gets sweaty under my jacket and heavy backpack.

An itch start…