there's something about early, and bad diner coffee across a green-tinted table from faces that make your heart hum. there's something about driving places early, and the way the trees whip themselves around that makes me think about someone I miss, and someone who lives too far away. And my heart is saying oww, ow, oww, owww in the backseat, and I pacify it with one earbud in at the left. With the right I hear my dad tell my mom he wants to make pizza. I hear my mom talk about tomatoes and sauce and then yawn really pretty, and dad asks her something and she replies and the engine murmurs in its usual way.
i pull my hat down over my ears.
The trees keep melting against my window, then washing away like rain. My sister curled her hair today, and she's looking away out the window over there.
There's something about all of it-- the coffee, the trees, the missing someone, the talking... I mean, I get to have a hand shake my shoulder every morning. I get to hear someone tell me to get up. I get to do all this. I get to ride in the backseat and listen, I get to miss someone. I get to do this today.
my heart is blown away by the tiny things that are actually the big things-- that are actually my world.
So how was your sunday, loves? I want to hear about it.