a photo from that open window and two things i want to remember forever.

the joy that is felt the first day it is warm enough to throw the windows open wide, letting the sunshine in and keeping company with birdsong.

and also this: the treasure of a lifelong friendship and—all these years and miles later—the feeling of still being the one she calls at 11 o'clock on a saturday night when all is going wrong.

in each of these, there is an answer.