|March 19|
Warm hues, calm winds, soft 90s playlist. A day uncannily like a Saturday in ’06… safe, loved, protected. Not wondering if, not wanting more; just March 19. Just like Dido letting it pass, no white flag, hands never up in surrender. A day somewhere in between dad cleaning his car then and my meal prep now, stuck yet free. Stuck in reminisce, freely flowing forward. A day where even the winds…





















