counting the five

1. morning light and it's unraveling gift, like opening a box on Christmas.
2. the safety of familiarity and how it feels calm against the fluttering wings of my heart.
3. books of poems. books of Taoist wisdom. books of pressed flowers.
4. my lovely, ever-changing, ever-growing daughter of seven years.
5. the sweet smell of delicious sweat as i run for the first time in two years.

music. always.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hz1_8yYyirQ