by sixgoodthings


:: my grove of trees. I wish I could be there all the time, sitting between the two tallest maples

:: a long nap after a sleepless night

:: Sunday night Starbucks, vanilla rooibos with honey

:: standing up for myself, even if it doesn’t change the outcome

:: talking to my parents, picturing where they are, what they look like as they sit in the sun

:: the domino special, out on newsstands, hunting for a copy