Lying down and staring skyward. Lost into a bluebird day overhead. Tethers loosened and spirits high.

I walked to the store with a smile pasted across my face. The actions of the day placed brick by brick to make a tower towards joy.

“These experiments are just quaint beginnings,” my sister wrote in our sibling chat from under the gaze of Mt. Adams.

My friend talked over the sizzle of Bulgogi frying in the background as we continued the decade long streak of phone calls.

I sent a picture of the flames reflected in another friend’s glasses as we sat outside last night.

Little snippets of existence taped across the mind.