TLT aka ‘the little things’ is a sub series about small daily details that have me shook.
It was 5:45pm.
I took two generous hits from a joint, put on my puffer and walked out the door.
Outside the air was light. A thin veil of spring’s hope wrapped around a cool evening. The sky was painted a dusty blue. Fading.
I searched for Spotify on my phone and found him. Coltrane.
I’m in a sentimental mood now, that’s for sure.
I walked through the park as if I was spring herself. Imprinting blooms and blossoms into the concrete with every step. Roses that grew from appearing behind me. Tracing the air with glitter. High.
So lost in my own daydream, I almost stepped in dog shit — real life right there.
Inside the nail place, I welcomed the invitation to sit still for an hour (not usually like me) and opened up Hala Alyan’s ‘Salt Houses’. The voices in my head took it as a sign to be quiet, too.
I picked a pale nude polish with a slightly pink hue and leaned into how ticklish a pedicure normally makes me, focusing instead on one page at a time of the novel.
Everything just felt really nice.
In English classes in school they tell you to avoid using the word “nice” as an adjective but sometimes you have call a spade a spade.
This is self-care in the form of a series of nice “I” statements. 🖤
Made my.day again
loving these recent posts H!