In no particular order.
maru mori n.
\mar-roo moh-ree\the heartbreaking simplicity of ordinary things
Most living things don’t need to remind themselves that life is precious. They simply pass the time… And that’s alright. It’s not such a bad way to live.
So much of life is spent this way, in ordinary time. There’s no grand struggle, no sacraments, no epiphanies. Just simple domesticity, captured in little images, here and there.
Almost-too-warm rays piercing the window’s glass and landing on my arm as we fly down the freeway. The one drip that gets away from Nicolas’s vanilla Drumstick, landing on the concrete. Sunscreen and sweat and fresh cut grass mingling together in what should only ever be called eau de summer. Buttery sweet corn sticking in between my teeth. The boom of fireworks. A barely-there breeze cooling it down * just * enough as long as you’re in the shade. Fat and meat and salt mixing with lime and onion and cilantro in a fresh corn tortilla. Water evaporating off my skin into the desert night as I climb out of the pool. Exposed knees. The squeeze of a lemon wedge into freshly-brewed iced tea.
