Wind pushes things that don’t want to move.

The song of the day text. I don’t even like most of them but I hang on every word trying to hear the hidden meaning.

The coffee that I will be thinking about the night before.

The “I’m obsessed with you”s

The AirPods that make my brain happy to exist.

The hard couch across from Emma.

The desperate calls to Sharon.

The green highlights when I check my progress.

The vacuum on the mats, hardwood and carpet.

The pop of the pad that seems so rare nowadays.

The next book I get to dive into with its questionable titles and taboo context.

The jokes from the Julie’s and the Steve’s.

The “I love you”s from the best friend I miss so much.

The calls from out of the blue.

Dirty thoughts.

The shoes that clutter my house.

The little brussel sprout pics.