The Mundane

My brush. My silicone hair bands. The scented candles. The refrigerator. The sash on my white robe. My Blackbird Macbook I nicknamed "The TARDIS," because it was bugger on the inside than it was on the outside, and it went places. My crazy mad scientist eyebrows. My wine glasses. Christmas cards standing over the freezer. My car. The empty bottle of chardonnay on the windowsill. My deck. Halloween. Christmas. New Years. Random snow. My karaoke. My wind chimes. My cufflinks.

This list is infinitesimal. It is a nothing compared to the everything that it needs to include. Why everything? Because even the smallest ordinary things in my life take on the epic proportions of Greek gods because of their associations with you.

Everything. All the time.