the burning of my skin after a day in the garden, forgetting my fragility
watching her tummy rise and fall as she lays on the opposite end of the sofa, fast asleep
my hands covered in ingredients- chocolate, flour, cheese, olive oil, tomatoes, whatever…
cool breezes on warm days
fingernails with dirt underneath from playing in the dirt
thoughts of possibility, inundating my head and resting softly on my skin.