may thirty-first

the end has a way of quietly slipping out the door without making a stir. and i'm not talking about the end of something big even, although those don't slip out quite so effortlessly, but something simple like the end of a month. if i hadn't written today, in a month's time, a week even, no one would notice- may thirtieth would've run into june first seamlessly.

but today happened- i lived it, maybe not well, but i lived it. i was here for it- i was here. i watched three movies- carolina, over her dead body, and in the land of women. i asked a lot of questions and learned how to play settlers. i unpacked two boxes of trinkets and memories with my mom. i ate a bowl of watermelon with absolutely no seeds and felt so completely blessed by how much my mom loves me. i planned lunch tomorrow with a beloved friend and sunny pool goodness after. i dotted my i's and crossed my t's. i said goodbye and went to sleep.