currently trying hard to not forget:
the way black-eyed susans are popping up out of nowhere. how magnificent manhattan looks when she is twinkling. the simple joy of finding my favorite poets on stamps. how saturdays always seem to stretch endlessly, gloriously before us. the way they picked up guitars and played blood bank just for me. how they didn't care that i can't sing along to save my life.
so delicate, so precious, these odds and ends are, and i'm trying so hard to soak them in, every last one, as i live them, these small moments that make a life.