I just took homemade cookies out of the oven. I'm eating all of them in the air-conditioning of my living room.

Today I took a dance class with one of my personal heroes, shared the drive there with one my more talented friends.

I sat by the window because the wind was intense but only slightly cool. I wrote a thank you note. I polished an essay.

I attempted to nap. Right beside my front door, which was open. I heard a lot of birds. I saw a lot of cardinals.

And yet, finding these photos tonight brought back such intense longing, for a moment it lifted me right out of my satisfaction and pressed its knife-tip to a solid mass of yearning (hiding in me).