I step outside my apartment
The scent of winter leaving bombards my senses
Reminding me again what newness feels like
Because the sun
Newness because that's what shows up in the spring
After weeks of rain
The little yellow flowers peek their heads up from the ground
I remember what sun soaked California sounds like, smells like, looks like.
It sounds like Nickel Creek
And ice cubes cracking in coffee
And rolling my windows down.
It smells like salt & sweat & tears of joy
And beer & strawberries.
It looks like coming out of a cave
And bared shoulders
And time well spent
And time well wasted.
The light is persistent
And its comforting presence reminds me of this same newness