this heat sinks
whirring and blurring
the lines between the sky and the sea
of asphalt that stretches to the edge of the earth
we wait in it,
wait and bake in it
and stare at the dancing white blocks
of sun-cracked paint that mark the way-
and we want for nothing,
save the promise of the horizon.
(day one hundred and forty-seven)
Happiness is remarkably contagious. Which reminds me-
There’s an item on my list that I’ve been thinking about the last few days: List 100 Things that Make Me Happy. It’s a gorgeous day, and a perfect time to start that list.
- Freshly brewed sun tea
- Bike rides with best friends.
- Blues guitar riffs.
- Unnecessary drinks.
- Unexpected phone calls.
Five a day seems fair, no?
There are a handful of people that I can’t get out of my thoughts today- some that I haven’t seen in ages, others that I’ve seen rather recently. I wish I could talk to them right now.
Viens avec moi?