What was on the wall that day.
The exact pink the sky turned tonight.
My dog wagging her tail in her sleep.
My partner laughs at my dad jokes. I think she does it on purpose.
The smell of new shoes.
A swing set in a park, empty, on a bright day.
Folding fitted sheets on the second try.
My oldest friend and I send each other photos of weird shoes.
The smell of cinnamon in the kitchen on a Saturday.
My mother kept the receipt from our first date. I never knew.
A monarch landed on my hand at the bus stop and stayed there a full minute.
The mechanic charged me less than the estimate because the part was cheaper than he expected. He could have pocketed the difference.
My sourdough rose. I gave it to my mother. We ate it warm.