My oversized flannel shirt, after my night time shower.
My uncle's schizophrenia.
The opening theme song to The Office.
A slice of cheesecake from my favorite Brooklyn joint.
My mother's OCD.
That email from my bank on Thursdays at 3 am, saying my paycheck has been direct deposited.
My grandmother's voice, as she sang in the kitchen at the break of dawn...and the sound of metal spoons stirring in ceramic mugs.
The smell of wet dirt and the cool, misty wind that announce the coming of rain.
Slowly finger picking my guitar strings from Am to C...and the knowledge that a song can start at any moment.
An original chicken sandwich from Burger King, add cheese and tomatoes.
My father's sentimentalism.
Watching the sun rise over Arizona, slowly flooding the desert in a golden haze. Every formation illuminated. Every cactus given a 'Good Morning'.
The sound of my grandfather's keys as he opened the gate to the front porch after a long day at work...the faint rustling of a paper bag on his left hand...which promised fresh pastries.
My aunt's random text messages wishing me the best of luck in all I do and reminding me how much she loves me...how proud she is of me.
Sleeping.
Taking pictures of my feet...everywhere I go.
Monopoly.
The way my dog Blue runs laps around the house when I get home.
My childhood memories.
The first Coke Zero in the morning.
The feeling of my feet sinking in the sand and having the ocean in front of me.
Sitting under a tree, on a cement picnic table in the middle of nowhere, on a breezy spring morning.
More than the things that once seemed to be the only reasons I could ever smile during a lifetime.
More than you will ever know. More than I can even understand myself, sometimes.
More than yesterday...but never more than tomorrow.
More than more.
The universe, it knows.
