a friend delivers fresh cucumbers from her garden and I stand over the kitchen counter slicing and eating and being grateful for simple summer moments like this
his hand rests on my leg and it’s a little chunkier than it was last year and for a second I worry more about that than I do about how well he loves me but the snap back to reality is a welcome relief
one of the underrated joys of summer is escaping a stiflingly hot afternoon by way of the movie theater then emerging a few hours later into a still-warm, but softer-seeming evening
I could never be a movie critic because almost every time I see a movie I’m like “yeah that was fun” and it’s usually because I got popcorn and a big soda