Outside things

(Written this morning)
im currently sitting outside. With depression you need to feel things to reassure yourself that you are in fact still alive.

what i see:

• The sun's rays broken up by the pine trees
• A rusted blue ford truck that is oh so pretty
• Pink flowers in the mist of about 20 dead ones.
• The soft waves of the creek.
• a slug thats sitting next to me... i found 5 more slugs. I think they are a family.
• A cardinal that is really really I dont know it is so pretty and I already used pretty in describing something but this bird's feathers are the color of my cheeks after you call me cute, the color of the wine my mom drinks after a long day, the color of the blood that gives life. So gorgeous. It flew past me and I just looked at it in awe
• There is a copper frog about the size of a half dollar sitting at my feet
• A tiny ant making its way up the railing of the stairs
• A spider web glistening in the suns light. Moving back and forth with the morning's breeze.

What I hear:

• Birds singing 
• The faint whisper of the creek
• The hum of the neighbor's AC
• Dodie Clark singing in my earphones
• Rustling of trees as the morning birds wisp through them

What I feel: 

• The sun's glow warming my cheeks, it's making me smile
• The cold stairs I am sitting on
• The morning fog's dampness on my legs
• The warmth of my coffee mug

What I smell:

• The freshly cut lawn
• The morning dew on each blade of grass
• The sweet smell of petrichor after the night's rain 

pet·ri·chor

ˈpeˌtrīkôr/

noun

1. a pleasant smell that frequently accompanies the first rain after a long period of warm, dry weather.

   
   

   "other than the petrichor emanating from the rapidly drying grass, there was not a trace of evidence that it had rained at all"

• The french vanilla steam coming from my coffee

What I taste:

• The warm coffee that ive been running on for two days straight, making its way to my stomach warming up an empty pit

TTFN💙