Relentless Gratitude: Week 3
The Song of Songs
Tattered notebook pages tattooed with thoughts
Standing barefoot in the kitchen and watching the sunrise through the window
Wandering through seemingly endless library bookshelves
Cooking slowly and intentionally with friends
The thrum of the commuter rail pulling in to Fenway Station, as heard from the second floor apartment on Mountfort Street
Aching muscles sinking into bed
Running down the street wearing a dress on a Friday afternoon to make it to the bank for a roll of quarters before close
The way my Mom loves me in the details, like reminding me to buy a snow shovel
Driving down the highway in the back of a pickup truck and watching the blinking city lights get smaller and smaller
