Whipped cream is not basic
. Purple morning glories and a hint of pink in the sky.
. The heaviness has lifted for now, but the brain fog is still thick.
. We play out the different scenarios of social media and relationships and respect and courtesy.
. Overthinking everything.
. Well now I want to go kayaking and float on water and not worry about things for awhile.
. How can I do better? Be better?
. Her dress is yellow and insists I get a matching one.
. Salted caramel gelato & a puppy named Roma.
. We follow each other through the library, hopscotching our gaze over Wendell Berry and Silas House and book bindings and art and tiny details.
. I’ve never sat on these steps or seen the city from this particular spot. We watch a plane draw curves in the sky and talk about the things that await us.
. Some nights feel very rich and abundant.