two hundred. thirty.

I can see the lilacs blooming outside my window. 

In the mornings we open the doors to let them in. The kitchen smells the best - like coffee & lilacs.

I'll never tire of lengthy mornings. 

Went for a bike ride today. 

Grateful for reminders, strong reminders to be planted. 

We can be moved without being uprooted. 

I, too, sway & raise my branches

[as the wind rushes where it wishes]

but trees,

you know,

they are rooted.

And so I must be too. 

delighted & grounded all at once. 

P.S. It was an aspen.

Remember how those sound?