Drawing at my table, marks lovingly construed in soft shapes and pastel colors. I peer at a note you sent, taped with care to the whitewashed front wall. Keep it for later was all it said. And as the warm glow of the sun and the scent of summer stream through the open door, I shelve my piece, unfinished, away, tucking it deep in my memory.
16 | PHS
timekeeping, Christopher Bao
