an old favorite sweater worn with the lace panties on a cold winter morning-
wool socks slouched low, allowing you to glide through a space of worn wood floors with too many stories to tell-
sitting in an oversized window seat- warm coffee mug in your hands- cold glass pressing against your thigh-
perfect moments interrupted by just enough prickliness to know it’s all very real
8/24/21
Spread Your Dreams 