2:19

Sun softly tucked behind clouds like golden locks behind ears. 

A year since, catching between around the lake and stairs leading to blue doors. 

Morning coffee at Brix to learn of heights and tomorrows.

Silvery breeze like the hand of ghost pulling at sea-blue curtains. 

Quiet streets, library on the curb, lingering stories. 

Warmth and gentleness of Rose and Maria's apartment. 

Earned carrots, Maria's pasta and Rose's tea. 

Anthropologie tapestry, transparency, deepened friendship. 
Glare of heaven on windshield to blind wide, sleepy eyes, and a fog to drown in.

Luke 2:19 

But Mary treasured up all these things, pondering them in her heart.