cheers and fireworks on new years, optimism in the air. showering and scrubbing the rubble from the year before. evening calls with friends and a funny movie. bright and crisp winter days when the sun hits just right through huge library windows. the taste of good coffee and a good book. the golden reflection of the sun on buildings. steamy windows and blue hour at the coffee shop.
the crescent moon. the red of the strawberries. that line from that poem about how primal and feminine it is to eat fruit that tints your skin with its juice. my grandmother’s hands and warmth. a newspaper tucked away in the tray of the train seat. sipping coffee on a park bench while reading.
returning and borrowing library books at dusk. staring at the sunrise in awe as i walk to the train station. blue and pink and orange and purple. the kindness of strangers. days spent working at the library. coffee breaks and a walk to clear your head. watching the growth of a plant. being mindful and present in your own life.
liminality and steamed windows at the train station in the dark. study sessions at a coffee shop and a surprisingly good playlist they had on. perfect for people-watching. the heat of a coffee, the swirling of a spoon. the light on the buildings. the reflection on the ground. a pretty library and the sun pouring through the windows whenever i come.
books about my favourite artists. watching others exist and read in this quiet space, soft hands turning the pages. darkening blue skies and a crescent moon on a crisp winter evening. falling in love with strangers on the train. the moon following me home. excerpts of a book. the fog. the reflection of the sunrise on windows of houses as i walk by. cherries. gazing at a slightly yellow moon on a purple sky on my train journey in the morning. lillies tied to a pipe.
coffee with a friend and losing track of time. the moon, oh the moon. the whisper of warm air. spring on the tip of the tongue of the earth. pretty sunrises, frosty mornings and the sun and moon fighting for attention. flowers discarded in the bushes. the entrance to my favourite library. a book on ceramics and pottery. eating alone without distractions and being present in the world. oat matcha lattes for a cold evening. reading on the train and getting brunch to catch up w a friend.
morning light and a hand to hold on a cold day. the growth of a gifted plant. fresh strawberries and bananas. a book about the moon. a neglected piano and sheet music. the warmth of a new candle and a good carrot cake. evenings with family, card games and pizza. a journal entry, a face mask and a warm cup of jasmine milk tea.
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