Getting back into the swing of this is harder than I anticipated... Leave something a day, it leaves you for two...
- The leaf-dappled light creating a path on the patio floor
- How sometimes your soul feels word down, like paper that has been erased too many times. Nothing seems to want to stick to it anymore.
- The leaves painting a sharp siluhette pattern over the sun parasol. A cat jumps through them, rocking the surface.
- The way the light breaks through the curtain in the small room, lighting it like a stage set
- The flipping jittery motions of the baby beneath my ribs after I eat chocolate, an internal bouncing ball.
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