small things i want to remember.

the way the light shines downtown. june roses. sunshowers. the joy, the indelible comfort, of a weekend away with lifelong lady friends, year after year, no matter time and distance and varying seasons of life. the neighborly offering of the coffee pot, of the toaster oven, the week the hot water and gas line went out. summer nights spent at the theater in central park. when she asked me to be her maid of honor. peonies blooming on our table, like phases of the moon.