how I live with foreboding foremost, the breath unsteady watch it even, settle remember it’s required and dear the mind skittish, disturbed— turn it away from dark stories feeding brains built to notice what’s wrong drink in sharp scent of ripening tomatoes or walk in first rain petrichor rising birds ruffle and preen soothing me as they bathe
a thousand thanks for the ever-needed reminder...
I need the reminder just as much a you! Some days I feel as though I write to save myself.
and who better to do that job?!?!?
good point! See you in the morning.
I could live on that fragrance - “drink in sharp
scent of ripening
tomatoes”
I'm with you! Our season is almost, almost over. Maybe one more week.