moved to tears because someone around the corner is blasting Marvin Gaye and so I stopped writing something to just bop along in my seat for a minute and enjoy, and suddenly noticed a spiral column of seagulls waaayyy high up, just lazily coasting on air currents in circles, and then a dragonfly buzzed around the porch for a second
and it's the fist time in a long time I've felt truly moved by the peace and beauty in the world, didn't feel like I was hunting it down viciously or faking it until it became real
it just happened. quiet, slow. felt the magic I've been missing
I know it doesn't make much sense. The best way I can describe it is that I felt immediately as if I was precisely where I'm supposed to be and so lucky and overjoyed to be here. It made me realize I really love cleaning up at the end of the day at work because we usually blast funk or r&b and let loose a bit and laugh. That's home. that's magic
And I want to write a poem about it but I can't right now so this. Here. Done.
