by kira casey
inside sunshine
bushy building
deck days
nestled
tastes like summer
the evening dip
on our way to an apothecary
wonky wharf walks
still, unknown.
Maybe life in 30 years won’t be all that different. Cooking dinner in the kitchen with the people that matter the most. A little more lost, a little more gained, more wisdom, more coziness with the un-understandable, trusting that all of our tomorrows bare the same amount of mystery.