The nuggets you find in Dad's library.
New habits.
Old tradition.
World bridging.
Mowing around the clover patch (without being asked to) because he knows how much I love making flower crowns and watching bees.
It truly is the little things in life.
#mybrotherlovesme
Live with 6-month old trash piles.
Tango-ing with the tippity tops of the tangerine.
Pulling over at midnight for a mystery car on the side of a road an hour from the nearest town, which isn't awake anyway. I couldn't just drive past them.
They weren't serial killers.
But that couldn't change the fact that the jump didn't work.
I gave them snacks and freshwater and went on my way...with skin, bones, and teeth all in place.
...right beneath your slippahs.
From Colorado to Maui and back again.
Blood moon.
Blood moon goddess.
