247/365

things about sunday:

songs we sang together in the church with the wooden floors that creak when we sway
the scent of art gum erasers that took me right back to my younger, more possible self
the very last moments of summer break, the knowing of it, the mourning of it

240/365

things about sunday:

a small chorus of junk accompanied by an ALL FREE sign across the street from church
impromptu hours spent wandering the high
maira kalman's candy bar poem
the last of the cherry (birthday) cobbler
the last of the sunflowers

if only we were all, really and truly, free.