Such simple things of beauty are so cheap. Blackberry jam on lemon poppyseed muffins. Reading a Nancy Drew novel. Reading and writing. And so much thinking. I haven't had a summer like this, ever.
So much thought, and so little said here. Sometimes I forget how to write, and sometimes I remember all too well.
I feel quiet.
I want you to come over. I want to bake something for you. Your favorite. I want to sit with you and read. I'm not likely to say much, but I want to somehow share.
Things have been stormy. The weather. The moneys. Our desire to not let things change even when they have to.
I have stayed calm. Comforting. Strong. And for the most part, I like being so.
However, I also want to be calmed and comforted.
Like I did when I was a child, I turn to books. Paradoxically they excite me and bring me on adventures, but they also make sure things turn out all right. And even if they don't, they let me forget what's really wrong for a little while.
Escapism. Muffins and teas and ghost stories and poems and words that I don't have to say. Words that I don't have to visibly or actually respond to. Words that ask nothing of me other than to bring them in and play with them for a while.
Sanctuary.
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ReplyDeleteI could use some muffins and tea right now, too