Late, by myself, in the boat of myself, no light and no land anywhere, cloudcover thick. I try to stay just above the surface, yet I'm already under and living within the ocean.
I need loud frogs, great blue herons in the lake, ice cream with perfect timing, an unexpected email from a long lost friend, getting to try the greener grass on the other side, a book, a day of silence, anonymous writing, cold water in a bottle, a dark pink tulip, 78 degrees, smells that remind me of someone, chickadees at the window, inside jokes, and occasional sadness.
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