move.
the ‘woww…wait’, bananas, waiting for the train at 7 am freezing cold but soft blue skies, the sound of mail being pushed through the letterbox and the ice cream truck’s bell on sunday afternoons, the bigger dinner spoons, the walking without sound, my mother driving me to school, buying raspberries on a tuesday morning before school at 8 am, missing the train because i felt like sitting down, keep dozing off on the ten minute train ride home with the sun in my face, the bumping into doorposts and against tablecorners, my yellow wool knit cardigan, a relatively short haircut, brando, warm meals for lunch, emails back and forth, your great telephone voice, my great big summer plan, trying to hold on to something real, wanting to run away from home, bringing me back home. or bringing home back to me. being there when i need you and teaching me about life and living, without even knowing it.
