stevelinebaugh
I miss Oakland, California, from it’s early morning light to late afternoon sun through the silhouettes of trees. I miss a walk through artist studios, white wine and a calmI could feel. A peaceful moment on a sidewalk, the rich colors of flowers and herbs bursting from pots and out of windows, the smell of jasmine, heather and rosemary, I miss Oakland.
I miss the mornings, cool and hazy as the Pacific whispers through the windows. Pressed coffee and a morning meal, watching time in it’s simplest form, no where I would rather be. The tip tap of the keys, your glasses in the morning, my silence, the remnants of the wine the night before, roasting peppers and cutting oranges and strawberries.
I miss shopping for groceries, tasting amazing meals, tuna medallions, cauliflower rice and spaghetti squash. I miss the peaceful evenings and the sounds of the wind through windows, I miss Oakland but most of all, I miss that moment where nothing is pressing, where you poured the wine and I wrote the words that came so easily.
A moment in Oakland California-a precious moment I miss dearly.
