rooster's rise coffee walks and baby's tousled, golden hair. a soundtrack of fleet foxes and andrew bird and lana del rey. boy, bundled. central park, resplendent. papa riding airplanes. papa coming home. coffeebeans from cannon beach. jazz brunch in harlem. two years married, four years together. a single dahlia, for one is enough. wool and glowy candles, paperbacks and pine. walks with friends to the museum, to the plaza for ham and swiss baguettes, to spot the mandarin duck on the pond. thanksgiving menu, written. groceries, ordered. christmas treasures slowly gathered. a first birthday coming into view. baby's this-week-thing: thumbing mama's freckles while nursing, like he's dropping pins on a map, like he's charting his stars.