Firefly I saw you  last night in my brother’s clutch.

You lit up the evening without a bottle to illuminate your perfect shade of green glow.

Earlier in the day I no longer wore a mask when I walked. I was much more strict in Seattle, yet here in Michigan I only wear it when I go to stores or in hospitals when I am blessed to have a N95.

This summer I crave porridge as I long for the sweet taste in my mouth of coconut milk, vanilla, cinnamon, and cornmeal. My favorite comfort food morning, noon, and night.

Reminiscing back to working this year I think fondly of how Zoom helped me to connect my students in 2020 and join over 150 teachers in several weekly meetings.

This summer I did not allow lethargy to be a byproduct of heat or defeat.

Most impressively, I realized that treelines this year are more beautiful than before because we have two bird families as guests near my brother’s home. I’ve taken a picture in my car trying to capture your background to share this year.

Last but not least, I was reminded that the Heat is not a team that I like as much as the Bad Boys of the past. This is why I will always be a Piston’s fan in the era of the Palace which is no more. I saw you being built just as I saw you being taken away this summer as I drove by you each of these four weeks.

Strange is the new normal.

Cottage is how I like my cheese… just like Provolone, Swiss, or Havarti. One of which I had on the pizza my mother made today.