honeydunce

large couscous and cold water
driving with the windows down
the talents of others
getting my first tan of the season while playing soccer
outside seating at restaurants for a party of 8
natural lighting
time share with incredible individuals
new music that moves me
running, because i want to
playing hide-n-seek with my niece
vitamin c
throat singers
thoughts before falling asleep
walking home alone
the loudest sound
the tip toe of a side glance
ability to move, express, and make damn fine guacamole
mugs that say “Frank”
using my hands
listening to gutwrenching songs on the bus
internal forgiveness, writing cadence calls for time
(she marches)
happiness is not a conclusion. it is a feeling. it’s the jigsaw of heartdrum and brake lights. treating equal what
you remember, what you forget. it’s open for appreciation. it’s nothing in particular. it’s a list of whatever
comes to me. also known as giving it a chance.