Sweet, cold air.
Steam rose hot and white from our mugs every morning. Space heaters softened the chill.
We greeted neighbors, shared persimmons from our tree and pawpaws from theirs.
Bought fries on the empty boardwalk but had to pay with cash.
Passed rows of headless meters and ducked into stores to stay warm.
Read books cover to cover under scratchy woven blankets.
Sat with silence and ghosts of summer.
Grains of sand on our feet
from a warmer time.
senecio rowleyanus
Friday morning. Quiet, soul-enriching playlist on Spotify and my hands in the dirt, propagating life in the only way available to me now.
hawksbill loop
Reboot. Disconnect from work and home, connect to the ground, air, living things. Touch soft moss and cold water. Hear rocks crunch underfoot and the wind sweep across the mountain. Deep healing.
stony man
corolla
philadelphia
Lord do I miss these spots.