When the sun dips below the horizon and darkness fills the sky, I tend to think there’s a certain vulnerability embedded in the night.
Take musical drives.
She didn’t try to always put forth her best and brightest. In between the inspiring lifestyle, she illustrated factors that were not at all Pinterest perfect.
hungry kissing by the water’s edge close to midnight, nowhere to go and nowhere to be.
After all, my sometimes-difficult-to-deal-with hair is mine.
Pieces of us are left there and there,
places we shared when we meant nothing to one another.
We were like two ships in the night, passing through and biding time,
waiting until we were both ready to stand still at a crossing.
He stands on line at the liquor store, allowing the dreadful monotony wash over him like a startlingly bout of nausea.
It was never about timing.
It was crying in the car as the sun descended in the sky,
and peering at my red eyes in the bathroom mirror.
But now and then, I like to remind myself – I need to remind myself – that I am durable. That I’m not unsafe inside my skin.
We breathe in nights that smell like burning firewood and chase days when the sun hangs high. Apple orchards and pumpkin patches bustle with crowds. Autumn sweets and spices play on our tongues.