one day in september
these are little things, but worth noting. today i had the time to go foraging widely enough to pull this bouquet of autumn yellow-gold together. over the last month i would have picked one or two or maybe three of these elements and called that good enough. in other news, my husband arrived at the top of the stairs the day before yesterday and caught me at my journal. that should not be a surprising thing for him to happen upon. that should be baseline upon which the melody of my life is built. but lately it has been a rare or nonexistent sight. “look at you,” my husband said. and we were both happy about this tiny little signal that perhaps, after so many months, normalcy is returning, and with it, the first inklings of a return to a creative routine.
bouquet of autumn golden yellow ochres