Those sweet sweet reflections that summon pulls of nostalgia. A melange of things, really. I've been quick to jot them down so they can't wander away again. And they've filled up the first several pages of my pocketbook. I like to note them as honey thoughts. Some are too sacred for this space, but there are a few I'd like to share.
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On gray, murky days, tracing rain drops on the inside of the car window as they travel diagonally across the glass. Pinning one drop against the other -- seeing who wins.
How my mama used to play piano on the steering wheel to a certain oldies tune. And I'd giggle at her accuracy.
Sitting in Grandma's suitcase, hair a mess, bottle dangling from my lips, pretending it was my personal bed. And dozing off each time amongst her Chanel No. 5 scented dresses.
Peanut butter sandwiches while I was sick. And only peanut butter sandwiches.
He and I. Taking a walk in the field on a breezy, warm mid-spring day.
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Do you have any honey thoughts?
