Regular days. That slow pace of familiarity. One day to the next, regular days fill our time. They mark our bodies so we don’t forget. We share sunburns and tan lines, wind-pink cheeks and dirt in our nails. These are our regular days. Take notice.
And they raise our expectation for our future days. Those that we will live when we are grown. When the planet has changed and our bones have set, it is from these regular days that we build a common language of hope and beauty, wonder and love. And of new joys to come and surprises to sprout from the coldest of grounds.