The right red. The tallest tower. Straight lines. An architectural shoe.
A museum, any museum. A stage full of dance, music, art, life. The oxygen of spring and fall. The look of wallpaper and wood. Photos hanging everywhere--of your family and your places.
When someone sees you. When you discover something in a book that isn't written. Watching someone else discover it too. A literature class, in a circle. Trees and nonpretension. Transportation that isn't a car. The trill of dry cereal as it falls into a porcelain bowl.
Being broken and fragmented and split, but happy and honest and open. All at the same time.