A list I began for no reason and will probably continue. I just want to fall in love with the mundane again. It’s all in the little things I suppose.
Car Rides
The sleepy feeling of driving at night with someone you trust. Chill music playing in the background. Street lights whizzing by in the dark. The green glow of the radio controls.
Letters
Pen and ink. The wonderful scratching sound of writing on parchment. Being unnecessarily fancy. Writing in cursive. Talking about the weather and how much you miss them.
Elevator Rides
You feel busy and important but not so much so that you’re above smiling at those who get in the elevator with you. The little compliments you offer your temporary traveling companions. A shared moment of quiet in everyone’s day as the chime sounds after each floor.
Freshly baked bread
The smell filling the house. Soft butter. Soup. Cold, wet weather.
Lightning bugs
The smell of fresh July air. Mason jars. Contests between siblings to see who can catch the most,
Sun Rises
Being up and about before everyone else. Quiet time. Reading as you watch the world wake. A misty blanket which slowly lifts.
Lace curtains
Rays of sunshine streaming through. Patterned shadows being cast on the opposite wall. Quaint and homey.
Dabbling in many different hobbies
Who knows what you’re into this week. Fast paced. Knowing a little bit of everything. Endless possibilities. The joy of learning for the sake of learning.
Hand written notes (the handwriting doesn’t have to be perfect)
Personal. Gratitude for everyone in a small way. Smudged letters that reveal a message that has that person floating the rest of their day.
Moths
Flitting around light. Patterned wings. Night butterflies.
By the Brooke 