i'm eleven again

i went to the old market and took pictures. i had chai with a friend at delice.

i had tea with my mother on our front porch. i read her excerpts from "letters to a young poet." we talked about simplifying our lives.

i played football with my guys. i have a huge scatch on my arm, and grass burns on my knees.

this is definitely a day to remember. i feel eleven. i wish i could store this moment in a jar for the notsoperfect days.