All the Little Things

The way the sunlight spills across the barnwood table. The way tomatoes and basil on the windowsill softens the winter chill beside origami offerings from my son, a tulip, a Raven. Blood orange and jasmine also. The way milk foam on my coffee feels like a bubble bath. Patchouli or sandalwood. Candles always. A scarf that still smells of bonfire and moonlight. Mango.