Gratitude.

1. Skinnidip w/ fresh fruit.
2. Cool sunlight, warming mid-day, falling into cool evenings.
3. Warm seats in the Jetta.
4. Healthy kitten.
5. Never thought it could be like this.
6. Entire days devoted to loveliness, with breaks for food and water.
7. Backspace. Adam's gentle recognition and soy toddy, Diane's smoke breaks after making me a little cheesy thing, crazies on the street, the sunlight filtered through leaves, falling on dirty bricks. Feels like home.
8. Feelings of home in him.
9. Sad hat.
10. Willow's insistence on coming to bed as the night gets later, mewing and pacing and pacing and meowing.
10a. Late summer roses, orange wildflowers, and tiny sunflowers in slanty morning light, sparkling in cool, clear air; perfect cuddles; comfy, non-stinky bus. Memories if Bumbershoot: West Indian Girl, ice cream and sausages, shirts and bracelets and scarves, live Band of Horses single while in line for a soy latte, !!! and LED flashies, Saul kicking over his water bottle repeatedly, lost in the intensity of his poetry, a puppet seeing through our eyes seeing through his rhinestone eyes, glittery apocalyptic burlesque, driving over the floating bridge into Bellevue, the petals around mirror balls on the ceiling of the Sky Church in the EMP building. The way his hands feel, wherever and however they fall, always meaningful; appreciating the unique aspects of each of my friends and the importance of their willingness to share those gifts with me; white glittery kitty mask; new sox with hook and eye clasps up the back, soft and stretchy; Cities in Dust; Hornitos and High Life; blackberry milkshakes and local onion rings; sips of Cynar; rosemary mac n cheese, spicy fries, new local Hefeweitzen; grilled peaches and white cheddar; Basil Louise; Rocco's for lunch; cat always on top of me with dreamy, affectionate, comforting eyes; the bottom 40; soaking pool; finding the moon at night, following the stars around her; chasing the sun; being okay with being lost.

Gratitude.

1. Skinnidip w/ fresh fruit.
2. Cool sunlight, warming mid-day, falling into cool evenings.
3. Warm seats in the Jetta.
4. Healthy kitten.
5. Never thought it could be like this.
6. Entire days devoted to loveliness, with breaks for food and water.
7. Backspace. Adam's gentle recognition and soy toddy, Diane's smoke breaks after making me a little cheesy thing, crazies on the street, the sunlight filtered through leaves, falling on dirty bricks. Feels like home.
8. Feelings of home in him.
9. Sad hat.
10. Willow's insistence on coming to bed as the night gets later, mewing and pacing and pacing and meowing.
10a. Late summer roses, orange wildflowers, and tiny sunflowers in slanty morning light, sparkling in cool, clear air; perfect cuddles; comfy, non-stinky bus. Memories if Bumbershoot: West Indian Girl, ice cream and sausages, shirts and bracelets and scarves, live Band of Horses single while in line for a soy latte, !!! and LED flashies, Saul kicking over his water bottle repeatedly, lost in the intensity of his poetry, a puppet seeing through our eyes seeing through his rhinestone eyes, glittery apocalyptic burlesque, driving over the floating bridge into Bellevue, the petals around mirror balls on the ceiling of the Sky Church in the EMP building. The way his hands feel, wherever and however they fall, always meaningful; appreciating the unique aspects of each of my friends and the importance of their willingness to share those gifts with me; white glittery kitty mask; new sox with hook and eye clasps up the back, soft and stretchy; Cities in Dust; Hornitos and High Life; blackberry milkshakes and local onion rings; sips of Cynar; rosemary mac n cheese, spicy fries, new local Hefeweitzen; grilled peaches and white cheddar; Basil Louise; Rocco's for lunch; cat always on top of me with dreamy, affectionate, comforting eyes; the bottom 40; soaking pool; finding the moon at night, following the stars around her; chasing the sun; being okay with being lost.