Things We Forget

March is my favorite because it smells like change. Wet sidewalks, thawing dirt, and possibility all culminate together for springtime.

February always feels tender to me, and not just because of Valentine’s day. It’s a short month, and reminds us that even the coldest seasons end.

January is my favorite because it feels like a clean slate: hopeful, and full of opportunities

My favorite month is May because May is when nature comes alive again.

June is my favorite month of the year because it is very warm, but not too warm. I also have pleasant memories associated with June because it was when school…

My favorite month of the year is September because it is still warm, but few bugs are outside.

My favorite place is the dog park—joyful chaos is healing.

I go to the park fountain because the sound of water spurting upwards makes aspiration feel natural.

My favorite place in the city is the tiny walking bridge downtown because every time I cross it, I feel like I’m stepping toward something better.

My favorite place to go in the city is the small bakery where the owner always says, “It’s good to see you,” like they mean it.