What was on the wall that day.
Grateful that I made it to fifty. Some of my friends didn't.
Cutting into a peach with a sharp knife.
My favorite cereal is back on the shelf.
Standing in the kitchen, alone, listening to one good song through.
My partner picked me up at the airport with a sign with my name on it.
My partner sets my coffee on my desk on the days I work from home.
Tomatoes warm from the sun.
My sister kept my secret for thirty years. I just learned she knew.
The diner where my grandmother knew the waitress. They called each other Honey. We always got an extra cookie.
My laundry, clean, folded, put away.
My boss said go home, take care of your mother, we'll figure it out. They figured it out.
The way fog moves down a hillside in the morning.