The erupting coffee all over the stove. The sense of relief after a period of rehabilitation. The morning cicadas and the persistent crow.
The rare sense of geomagnetic comfort.. And the wooden flowers hanging by the door.
Do you remember?
The old nameless cpu with the rectangular green light. The graveyard of electronic snakes intertwined. The couch that had seen just about every show twice. The flimsy door that took a punch - and the edge of the bed that weighed as much as I did
The hot pavement in exchange for a lack of iron. The green leaves on tall trees and spontaneous summer rains. The hill that took our falls as we learned how to leap. The balcony's view hugged by a tree. The nature and nurture that protected thee.