Tuesdays.

I love that the sun decides to shine a little bit longer

and that the moon gladly waits its turn in the summer. 

I love belly deep laughs that make me remember I have asthma.
I love spaces, sildenafil where I can be all of who I am, information pills accepted and embraced.

I love that I am human, stuff worn out and broken sometimes to where afternoons in bed feel like precious sabbaths.

 

It was just a Tuesday but a glorious one.

Sometimes we need to remind ourselves of the hidden wonders in the ordinary.