Be Outside

The breeze bumps against my earbuds,
makes my hair dance,
wraps me in a cool vibe.
Feels right to write this slice out here.

We could use our balcony more often,
sit here to watch the boats,
eat more meals here,
read the same books we read inside.

We could bring the inside out here,
meet the city noises our hurricane-proof windows keep out.

To my right:
perfect layers on the horizon,
a dusty red,
unbothered by landing planes.
A photo wouldn’t do it justice,
I take one anyway.

Today I remembered our balcony.
We ate lunch here.
We listened to stories here.
We counted boats waiting for the bridge.
We danced to their party music.

I’m reminded how outside is always better than inside.

The breeze bounces on my skin,
invites me to look east,
to face it.

Today was a day to be outside, even under sick circumstances,
outside to ride tricycles,
taste the rush of speed down a ramp,
bring memories of strollers with a newborn at witching hour.

Outside to run,
see the flowers,
wonder about the black cat.

Outside to talk and enjoy ourselves,
outside to be.

We could use this balcony more often.