My life these days is a smattering of the ordinary.
The mornings where I wake in the dark, opening the shades to reveal an entire day - just glittering there. Just waiting for me. The yogurt and the rings and the laughs that don't quite echo as much as they reside, waiting listlessly in the air for someone else to hear. Anyone. The questions that we ask each other - each one getting a little bit closer to the one we really want to ask which is always the same. What do you love? It could be a person or a task or the arbitrary but it is, which is what matters. And it is important that we ask.
It is the summer sun that never stops, and the heat that sticks around long after it's gone. A smoke that won't blow. It is the meshing of all of the sweat and work and anguish of the day and the lonely evenings that always end well. It is the impermanence of this world that urges us on. It is the release of the embrace. It is the waves that mean goodbye, instead.
The ordinary love that is just, precisely what we forget we need.