This, right here, today
The first warm day, sixty-five, sixty-six, and climbing
Stuck inside but I throw the windows open
Sneak in a run over lunch
Three miles is too hot in my leggings and it’s awesome
A two-minute shower means
My hair is wet for afternoon meetings
And that feels good too–tank top, shorts, wet hair
Like spring, like summer, like alive in my body
Instead of burrowed under my heat packs
(Like I won’t use my heat packs all summer too)
I forgot how much I cared about the weather
Until I came back home to the seasons
Every day, every clear sky, every degree
Little miracles
With Love,
Natalie