I saw you holding the beautiful pussycat with your younger sister A in the metro station where we are about to board the train. We are on queue when I walk to you from behind to touch you thinking that you weren’t noticing me but you offered me milk with a feeding bottle, the best dream of my life. Thank you for feeding me when I am not expecting it.
There is so much glass in my parents’ house that I see rainbows everywhere.
At night the silence makes my ears ring.
We face west, so the sunsets are blinding, and at dawn everything is pastel.
Most mornings, the water is glassy. I like mornings.
There is a cute brick church nearby with a Lady Chapel. It sits next to a former schoolhouse now converted into a beer garden, and a tennis court where four elderly ladies play doubles at 7 a.m. like nobody’s business.