sweet nothings of the everyday

As I mentioned earlier this summer, I love to take a leisurely walk through Windsor Terrace — especially after a long day at work. At a slow pace during sunset, the stress melts away as sweet nothings of the everyday are magnified; simple scenes become timeless odes to life in Brooklyn.

Boys playing baseball with their father, stately houses drenched in sunshine, a well-worn van parked in the sun, sweet flowers stretching to the last rays of the sunshine.

Life is good.

holy name, holy game
leave the porch sunlight on
little flowers, in their boxes
still kickin'