6:47 pm. the sky is doing that thing again.
the kind of evening where the air goes soft and the olive tree in the corner looks like it's posing for someone. we lit the candles before it was dark — just because. popcorn in a ceramic bowl because we're pretending to be the kind of people who own ceramic bowls.
the game is on but no one's really watching. the fire pit is doing most of the talking.
i think this is what people mean when they say home. not the walls. the small ritual of staying.
🥂 + 🏈 + 🌿 = a tuesday well spent.















