Go West

You wish you had more words.

The way the sun breaks through snowy clouds over the mountains, the way the child who looks like your bloods ties himself to you in an instant, the way you suddenly sleep ten hours and you don’t know how, but everything is quiet.

I wrote her today, stretching on the warm back porch after and long run that went nowhere and said I am really, really happy.

Maybe those are all the words I need.