Melt.

A lyrical piece.

When I drive across the borderline and see the mountain-scape, my entire mind melts into home before my feet even reach the steps that make aisle to our front floor.

Sometimes I simply indulge in all the feelings I have about you,

some days it’s the most hopeful thing I can do.

And I love all the thinking we’ve been doing lately…

...Spilling our own beans and thinking about our daughters and home and the mountains

and

how

good

the

boring

can

be.

Lately, I have been owning my nature by collecting words and putting them in my pockets and on paper…

I’ve been writing about home…

I’ve been writing about you…

I’ve been writing every single day…

and as the words fall out I envision my pen growing older, shaped by the years’ quiet magic.

I don’t want to spend the blessing of time defying gravity, for perhaps the long-sought words will finally surface in the years ahead and I’ll have all the language for all the things I’ve always yearned to say.

What if I sit with my discomfort for a little longer?

What if there are words that come after the words?

How do I keep my heart soft here?

Recently, I shared a laugh with a dear friend, we clinked glasses, bonding over our mutual offence at bad lighting. It’s true—there’s not a stark light to be found in my home, only the soft glow of lamps and candles. I’ve decided to let such trivialities be the sole offences of my heart; life is too fleeting to invest my grievances in others—

And in the same way that I don’t sunbathe beneath the chemtrails,

I won’t open up my heart in spaces that crave the pallor of harsh and idle exchange—

I am always practicing.

I am keeping my heart soft here.

When I drive across the borderline and see the mountain-scape, my entire mind melts into home before my feet even reach the steps that make aisle to our front floor.

Sometimes I simply indulge in all the feelings I have about you.

Some days it’s the most hopeful thing I can do.

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“Do you see it too?”.

Love (and caught flowers)

xo