(escapril, day 18: a happy place)

Sitting in the car, Joanne on the radio, violet vibrations buzzing through to my soul.

A family kind of feeling,

Yet not constrained by blood.

Someone’s telling a story, a long one with no defined end.

There’s nothing special about today, and that’s exactly why I like it.

My eyelids droop, comfortably lazy.

Everything outside is green and hazy.

Not-quite-summer sun flickers through the window,

Feeding the roses in my cheeks.