I keep thinking about firsts, now that we are settling in to our new town. Our first time at our favorite restaurant. First weekend out of town, to a nearby town. First long walk in the moonlight. First time getting coffee at the bakery down the street. And today, our first fog. Everything still feels so new. Our neighborhood is becoming familiar. When we return back here after a bit of time away, we breathe little sighs of relief, that feeling of belonging that comes with the feeling of home.
Instead of a song in my head, I have a line. Slowly we unfold.
Today he told me I have such capacity for passion and joy. I hope to always remember these words.
If you need a weekend song, this is it.
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