notes from my notes app

couple of beautiful moments this week, and film from upstate & home.

Another ‘stack coming in much too soon after my last one but beautiful outdoor activities are starting to happen, I just got more film back, and I found myself writing down small moments to remember from the last week or so.

Everything is really starting to feel so much better now that it’s spring. I’m sitting at my table, there’s a small breeze coming through the window, and I can smell my coffee brewing.

Here are some photos I saved, some good moments I jotted down in my notes app, and some film I really liked.

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Notes:

-The woman cutting my hair last week (not my usual person actually, but still at my place in my neighborhood) told me my hair was color of espresso beans. I can’t stop thinking of that phrase. Hair the color of espresso beans.

-My dearest old friend who always kisses me on the cheek, every time we say hello or goodbye to each other. With no one else do I go up on tiptoe and turn my cheek to be kissed like this. It happened so swiftly, and instinctively, as we said goodbye and he rushed to get on his approaching train on Wednesday, that I had to write down as I waited for mine.

-Sitting on the subway, tucked shoulder to shoulder between two women and having the realization that I felt so safe and comfortable. That I would be totally content to ride it for far longer than I needed to. The woman to my left kept taking the same selfie of herself, and I was sad I had to get up before she got the one she liked.

-The fact that my mom, after reading my last substack, used one of my flower studies as the starting point in her art class, while everyone else painted waterfalls. (She told me the teacher said she could). It reminded me that when I was little she would draw a woman in a pretty dress with a pen and then I would color it in and get to use the SHARPIE (this was huge) to do my version next to hers. And now I’m remembering we did a lotttt of these and then she put them in a nice folder/book for me?? Those ones with the clear plastic covers that you hole punched and put it?? Realizing now it’s entirely my mom’s fault I think everything is precious.