It’s summer, and the cherries and raspberries are red and fat and falling off the stems. I just touch the fruit and it falls into my hand.
I was given so much in June. Some were tangible: flowers, stickers, a pen. Some were food and drink (so many drinks), but most were intangible: a place to stay, a day at the museum, a thoughtful letter, a silly meme, a terrible joke. In each case the giver thought, perhaps subconsciously, that this will make me happy.
I need to remember this.
Card: The Vindur Deck
Rock: Selenite
Reading: Hold like Owls by Julia Koets