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