the gentle unsticking of my heels from the bottoms of their flats as they make their quiet way through shadowy leaf jungles unfurling across the sidewalk. and the sound of nothing, the sky aubergine and deep, but the chime ticking of sliders on my bag.
clouds spread out like splayed hands, or fingerprints. dusting the sky in eggshell, speckling blue, and the sun behind it all opaque beaming.
the flung out joy of charging, tripping over their ecstasy children spilling onto the grass like confetti.. lungs near-erupting with carrying the beautiful weight of their wonder.
new dawn dripping with sherbet sun. like ice floes softly burning.