Sights: Two guys my age in a coffeeshop, laughing. I wish people would do that more often. The blues and yellows and reds and pinks and greys and whites of the sunset. Twenty-five minutes.
Smells: Green apples and freshly-steeped earl grey. Thick chocolate chip cookies with too much peanut butter. Lemons from a tender, happy dance.
Sounds: So many friendly hellos of neighbors and strangers, in circles. A kitten following me home; a kitten’s tail wrapped around my ankle.
My ears finally stopped peeling today. I will stop writing about them.
Today was pretty horrible. But I wrote a poem of all the things that went wrong in the journal I already decided to throw away. I am lucky, I am blessed, I am reminded that I still have the ability to empathize. It’s still a struggle to think that it’s enough. It is, though.
This is what I wish for:
That life was easier. Not easy, just easier.
A little bit of yogurt and blueberries, frozen.
Later sunsets, earlier sunrises.
That someone could stay, and we could feed each other (hot summers).