grateful for

laughing through russian class

stretching my back at midnight flat on the rug

roommate pancake time

the moment classes end for the weekend

professor hale smiling the entire time he talks

blossoms covering the trees in front of south. in february.

bright yellow daffodils 

the nights i make it to bed before 1am

waking up with the sun in my face

thursday nights ritual--tazo tea, candles, and john steinbeck- east of eden.

crossing g street in the foggy mist; feeling like i am in london

walking outside in just a t shirt for the first time all year (first day of spring 3/20)

realizing someone isn't going to show up for their session

the trees on fire with blooms

walking under the snowball trees as thousands of tiny white petals float down around you

right knee pumping and body swaying, soaking in the live music

heart pumping out and drum pushing back. alive.

petal fights- throwing handfuls of pink blossoms at each other. petal confetti. 

the burn in my chest at something which tells me of a deep, unexpected passion.