and the ones that were invisible before – this is when the world first sees them glimmer
(but don’t you know, they’ve been shining on their own all along).
we aren’t left to fend for ourselves in the dark –
each night, we are tucked in with a translucent blanket of majesty – threaded with periwinkle-navy and deep blue,
glittered with layers and layers of frosted twinkles – if your hand could reach out to touch it, you’d move the stars.
you can’t beat the air here, especially after it’s rained – dew brings you an ice-cold brew (essence of tree bark, the red kind). night mixes it with cool. nostrils try to sip in summer’s glass, but the flavor always just lingers on the tip of the tongue – taste buds singing for more.
so you lay down, cold sidewalk beneath, and dream.
and you get up – and dance with your arms held high.
The Sun squeezed her energy out like cool splashes of citrus running down from heaven’s invisible glass. The Wind let himself get tipsy from it.
A woman stood in the parking lot. The one unwavering spirit in the midst of busy bodies making bee lines here and there. Standing on an elevated block, she quietly slipped her hands into pockets. Wind blew towards her and she took a deep breath as if they met for the first time. Everything loud and busy around her. But she, she exuded a quiet present-ness, soaking up the current moment for all that it was. Careful not to miss a drop, but not wanting for more.