|asphalt|

this heat sinks

whirring and blurring

the lines between the sky and the sea

of asphalt that stretches to the edge of the earth

before us;

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.

1. Freshly brewed sun tea
2. Bike rides with best friends.
3.  Blues guitar riffs.
4. Unnecessary drinks.
5.  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?

xx