think about it, join me:
maybe journal, maybe clean, maybe egg, maybe egg sandwich. perhaps guitar or favorite record or long shower. refill water whenever you need it. gaze up at a tree from underneath for too long or not long enough or maybe just the right amount of time to realize you have blanket and limitless afternoon and warmth of people you love, and you sit down and look at all of the moss and tiny mushrooms and patterns of the bark and exist within the smallness of yourself in the big wide universe.
