I’m dialing this one in kids. No flowery prose. No complete descriptions of feeling. I’m pretty low today, so talking about simple pleasures was at the bottom of my list. It’s a simple pleasure lately just getting out of bed without wanting to throw myself down a flight of stairs (which, incidentally, I just did today, and, it sucked). My head is a pretty bleak place to be, these days, and, while I’m fighting to keep a positive tilt to my chin, sometimes, the shit just piles up and I can’t see above it. That said, there are things that breathe the life back in, and I’d like to share a few with you, if only to feel this fiber-thin thread of connection with the world outside me.
Sand between my toes
Sunlight between crisp fall leaves,
A velvet bag full of sea glass
A healthy poop….NO. Even I won’t post a picture. Sicko.
Flowers still wet with dew
Crisp Macs fresh off the trees
Mrs. London’s Chocolate Macarons
The Adirondack mountains in fall’s full turn
Hudson Valley sunsets with friends
When they’re all quiet and snuggly
friends that pick up,
the crackle of a bonfire,
comments on my blog,
and the roar of a rainstorm.