. The sensation of pure emotion or feeling without cognitive content.
. We split our CSA. Spinach + kohlrabi for her. Swiss chard + beets for me. We both get a pint of strawberries.
. I like the windows in my kitchen. I like standing at the counter and seeing layers of green tree tops outside while I work butter into buckwheat into craggy pie crust. I like having the windows open when there are breezes like these. I like hearing the crows call to each other, and the song of other birds that blend into the rustle of leaf. And it is a rustle.
. It feels easier, somehow sweeter, to stay in the longing of things.