hanging out at Bushnell Park at a blues fest
exploring new art exhibits,
of rooms with distorted mirrors and a floor of upright books
being silly on roller coasters on work field trips
babysitting CB and forcing her to be my photo muse
feeling bad for myself amidst rain and gray skies
drinking mango margaritas and singing karaoke
buying sugary cereal that my mother rarely bought me as a child
realizing my sincere disdain for pet fur in homes
and exploring used bookstores,
buying old books of poetry that captivate me for hours.
I hope to be back in this space more often, now.