And I Still Haven’t Run Out of Things to Say

I thought adulthood might make me quieter. Apparently it only gave me more material. #

Still writing. Still finding things. A sky. A song. Yuri leaving a glass in the wrong place. Mom saying one sentence that follows me around all afternoon. Dad making me laugh. A photograph. A memory. Something somebody says at work. A Dutch word finally settling into my head. A pair of shoes. A news story. A smell. A Sunday. I never needed extraordinary material. I only needed to notice.

Remember me, Eclipse.