Hi, Beautifales,
Turn on a lamp and hit play on the track below to listen to the same thing I’m listening to as I write to you.
Today was one of the smoother days. No tears or bickering. We were on time to school and early to the office. We sailed through the grocery store to get tonight’s dinner ingredients. We even squeezed in a bang trim. She cute.
Now the kids are down. My son gave me a goodnight hug and asked for a head scratch. My daughter speed-cleaned her room and then told me her first “lovely” secret tonight. Me and the tur-turs are lounging in the dim lamplight while we wait for my homie-lover-friend to come home.
Smooth days and still moments… these in-between spaces will never become old.
Today, I had this flash memory of passing notes in middle school circa 1997. I remember it coming so easily to me. I would be freewriting rambling, aimless letters about what I’m experiencing at that very moment and the very next moment and the next. I’d be in the middle of a thought and then sudde—