A Thing

Little moments from that weekend still keep bubbling up, my brain clearly still processing everything that happened…

Like you quietly saying “♒️ and I have a thing…” before trailing off…

We do, don't we? We have a thing.

The universe (and the city) have been conspiring against that thing, but still. We have a thing.

And I wonder… how many steps, from here, would it take to turn that thing into a Thing?

And would you like to find out?