Read and wrote outside today. the air finally feels cooler. I love when conversational threads connect in art you interact with. something my friend texted about was similarly expressed in the book I was reading. I need to translate these pages for her. I’m grateful to be able to desire, to daydream. because sometimes, life’s responsibilities weigh on you. I often daydream about being born in my mom’s generation and hometown. I think I would’ve loved it. savoring moments of alignment.