small things i want to remember --
lady dates over burgers & whiskey. the joy of getting lost in maps, museums, thoughts, conversations. the dream of a front porch, a wind chime, a bit of earth to sink my hands in, to tend to, to make things grow. how he scampered into the kitchen as i creamed butter for chocolate chip cookies, asking if he could help -- i felt like i was gifted one of those glimpses into exactly who he was as a kid.