What was on the wall that day.
Pulling laundry off the line.
My sister called me to tell me she was proud of me. She is my older sister. It was a strange and good day.
Squeak of new sneakers.
The way new leaves smell. Bright. Sharp. Like a beginning.
Sunday morning. Newspaper. Coffee. Nothing else required.
First daffodils up under the kitchen window.
Goldfinches on the thistle. Yellow blur in green.
My dentist's office sent flowers to my mom's funeral.
My favorite cereal is back on the shelf.
Saying yes to something small and meaning it.
Sunlight through the high canopy. Cathedral.
My grandfather wrote my grandmother love notes every morning. We found them in a tin.