1. The texture of watermelon.
2. The memory of the time a mouse or snake or something hollowed out a watermelon we had in grandmother’s trunk on the way to Jekyll Island.
3. The soft side-lighting of the St Margaret’s library, were Tribeca meets in Mondays.
4. Dusk in June.
5. My cupped hands filled with cold water from the faucet.

Many thanks,

Me