some days

Some days you wake up early and you watch the sun light up your room and you eat off-brand crunch berries and you pick hairs off of your rug and you live your life.

But some days, some other days, you wake up late and you go back to bed in-numerous times and you wear pajamas after you shower and you eat Oreos and cheese for breakfast and you lay in the sun.

Some days you live and thinking about the living is a concept that your brain cannot handle on such a some day. Some days you sit in the car and you remember the strength of strangers balancing you when you’re in a bucket and you remember conversations outside that lasted well into the next day and you remember sitting on the floor during movies to accommodate for full couches.

Some days you remember the first impressions and you think about the relationships that grew from them.

Some days you celebrate and some days you mourn a little bit at the time that has passed.

Some days you go to the beach when the waves are caught in ice and you watch freshly-caught fish flop on the concrete and you get spat on by waves and you hang your sandy soaking socks from the windows when you drive away.

Some days you dip avocado-chicken sandwiches in tomato soup and you stand as close to the fireplace as you can and you inhale the most chocolate-y goodness of fudge and truffles and hot chocolate and you stop in the road for longer than you should to look at the sky that is alive and burning and you make fun of rich locals and you drink coffees (wait that’s everyday.)

Some days you exist and you explore and you dream.

And some days you see an off-white lawn chair sitting on a hill next to the highway.