Spent two hours at my elementary school playground with Matt and David. Climbing and jumping and wiggling and running and catching my breath. And swinging through the breeze up and down. Positively swaying with my hair cascading through the sunlit air. David laughing beautifully and Matt smiling and playing vividly. A stroll back home through tree-lined sidewalks and vibrant flowers.
Home.
Home to a movie.
Home to a warm pan of homemade lasagna.
Home to my new advance reading copy of Francesca Lia Block's Echo.
Home to reading a short story zine from someone I admire.
Home to iced tea in lemon and raspberry.
Home to air-conditioned kisses and hums.
Home to lively cuddles.
Home.