the simplest things can mean the most.
the sharp wind reminding me that i’m no longer in alabama & a sunset over the ocean that has consistently knocked my socks off for the last three nights in a row. the burn of lactic acid when i climb steep hills. hearing twenty different languages spoken within the confines of 5 blocks.
maybe these things aren’t quite as simple as they seem, but they bring me to tears.
these tears seem to be a recognition that something, for the longest time, has been missing from me. a sense of pleasure, hope in the future. the realization that there are still cracks, but the rays of the sun as it sets over the pacific fill those with the most radiant of golds, & i think i’ve started to like that color on myself.