Day Trip: Saturday Morning
Day Trips bring to your inbox a little factoid, a little poem, maybe a recipe, a little trapdoor for you to slip through in your Monday morning routine.
The line between Friday night and Saturday morning
is the seam on my pillowcase,
the number four fill line on my coffee pot,
the beam of sunlight across the hardwood floor,
the bone between your wrist and your elbow that covers your sleeping eyes.
Lovely.