feb 1.
cozy spaces created in otherwise cold warehouse rooms
I walked in freezing sunlight to a café pop-up in my neighborhood and sipped on a hot latte and later, an iced matcha
I watched the folks chatter and visit and work intently on their creative endeavors in between me working on mine
humans
we’re so strange
luckily I like strange things
somehow the lighting is warm and the concrete seems soft and I swear february 1st is a new start
just like all the days before perhaps
this week I’ll dance,
which is my tried and true medicine
grounding me in my entirety
making me remember something the earth knows and just lets me borrow
and on days like this, I wear red, even if it’s three layers deep
because I know that’s a piece of the puzzle