An image of my eyeball from my optometrist check-up earlier. Something about it entrances me - nature is cool. Whether on the macro (lightning bolts or space) or the micro (blood vessels in a human eyeball).
One of those muggy late-July days when the clouds threaten rain, but never deliver. The clover in the lawn shimmers in the breeze.
This Wednesday evening is a pocket of time, a little house with skyscrapers all around it. A kid-free nugget to myself, after two days with him and before four more.
Kiddo is five and a half now. He is tall and leggy, stocky and goofy. He is into juice boxes, Mario, YouTube, colouring, joy.
I have to write up notes from a meeting last week and I keep putting it off.
I’m craving a cilantro lime chicken bowl from Tim Hortons. Part of me wants to do those notes up (and the corresponding action items in my Asana) and then go get it, but part of me wants to go get it now.
It’s a privilege to have a car to go get it with.
The heat is here, the heat is coming. Coming for us? Or just doing what it does, a chemical reaction?
Slow down and make space for magic, I told myself at the start of the summer. There is always that point a few weeks in when I realize I’ve forgotten to.
Yet magic is here regardless.
I planted the wrong beans to grow on the structure, but they don’t know that.
This post format is 100% inspired by Alisha Sommor’s posts.