3rd of June, 2015.
It rained this morning:
I let my clothes and my skin get wet.
We played catch with stuffed animals at work.
I took the ferry to the market after work and ran into some friends.
We sat and talked in the sun.
My face burnt red.
I ran to my regular cafe to complain about my burnt face to my barista friends.
Drank coffee & drew pictures.
I’m watching the sun set into this luscious summer evening.
The lilacs are coming into bloom:
petals of quiet laughter scenting the breeze.