The fifth of December, 2008
Dear West Coast,
I miss how it's warmer where you are. I miss being a better version of myself.
At times I wonder how you work, how you appear brighter than the other shorelines.
This is my list:
-stationary -new craft supplies
-phoning my mom -making things with my hands
-getting mail -cooking for loved ones
-dancing -buying groceries
-swimming in the ocean -the light in autumn
-the perfect song -running til I can't
-really bright days -being in my mom's house at the same time as both my brothers
-holding a baby
-hugs -understanding other languages
-sleeping in -the way it feels to write, when it's hard to get it right
-those who listen
Do you ever stare into a painting and it's so beautiful it makes you terribly sad? That's how I feel when I write something worthwhile.
I'll see you soon cowboy,
love from your lamb
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