How happy the day:
the woodstove creaking with heat,
a mix of beans bubbling on the stove,
the new-again president taking one last look at the crowd,
the single chickadee landing on a grapevine,
new paperwhites greening upward,
a pile of sage drying on a tray,
a beeswax candle burning slow,
and my two friends engaged to be married.
Sara and I eating breakfast in the sunny square of window in downtown White River Junction before she drove the five hours back to New York
Walking into work having just been with someone who has known more than one of my lives
Running after work in new sneakers up a hill I’ve never walked and scaring a group of long-necked wild turkeys, finding oyster mushrooms on the side of the road and the sun that flashed on the leaves
A date with Misha, wine tasting at my new restaurant, then him rushing around the country store with a new long-handled rake in his hand and me grabbing paint chips (free colors!) before the store closes at 9pm plus some Vermont dark chocolate at the checkout
The possibility of a new friend
And the night is not yet over
(via this isn’t happiness)
All I ever wanted was a hip-hop bat mitzvah!!
I mean Drake got one, and Lil Weezy was there in a panda mask, so can I have one, too?
panache, perhaps 