A letter from September 22nd, 2020

Dear FutureMe, things you love rn: the feeling of your nose after being in the pool when it burns and itches but it feels light and cleared too warm blankets on cold nights being in a crowd and feeling a common purpose with hundreds of strangers staying after work to talk even though we aren’t getting paid skin warmed by sunlight sounds muffled by snow an old car running way longer than anybody expected it to beautiful sinks you can love your car like you love a person music playing in a car with your friends at night but nobody knows how to sing, but everybody knows the lyrics, so you yell-sing the song you don’t know where you’re going cause you have no where you have to be kayaking in the sunshine dogs smiling back at you chatting with friends and talking about nothing in particular being able to sit in silence with people you care about without feeling awkward getting a new plant new clothes that you want to wear it every day eating good ice cream so much that i feel naseous elderly people that shoplift laughing at texts being able to wear flip flops all day and kick them off when u walk inside and they’re still a bit sandy or wet or both compliments from strangers compliments to strangers miniature things a smile and hug when you walk into a party wigs driving through the bay area listening to music babies (of course) doing illegal things that dont feel like they should be illegal love ya