SageFolded the cream cardigan fresh from the line, the kind that survives a hundred washes and smells like sunshine. Wearing it bare against my skin tonight 🧶
SageFound a secondhand cardigan that smells like the old library. Worth every dollar. Wearing it bare-legged on the couch, blushing at my own thoughts 🧶
SageWalked the lake at dawn, mist still hanging, my breath in the cold. The morning was honest and so were the thoughts I was having about you 🌫️
SageSlept in late, robe still on, tea steaming on the counter. The kind of slow Sunday that earns the week and asks softly for your arms ☕
SageQuiet day at the bookshop, only three customers and all of them came back. Sitting on the counter with a hardcover in my lap, half wishing for you 📕
SageWalked the lake path before the shop opened, the geese disagreed with my route. Came in pink-nosed, blushing at no one, missing the company of you 🦢
SageCurled on the floor cushion at the bookstore for an hour, lost in the new arrivals shelf. Came home pink-cheeked, missing your hand in mine 📚
SageRead by a single candle tonight on purpose, the page glowed gold, the cat agreed. The kind of soft hour I save the shy parts of me for 🕯️
SageCurled in the secondhand armchair with tea, the book I'd been saving for three weeks finally open. Lamp low, knees up, missing you in the empty chair 🛋️
SageTwo hours on the porch swing in the late sun, the cat picked the spot and I followed. Bare legs, soft book, soft thoughts of you 🐱
SageWrote four pages today, tore up three. Kept the one that sounded like wanting you. That is always the math 📝
SageThe library closes at midnight, I stay until one. The librarians smile when I leave. Walked home soft and a little wistful for you 📚
SageTea on the window sill, embroidery hoop in my lap, slow stitches in pale thread. The slowness is the point and also where I picture your hands 🪡
SageBrought home a new little plant for the corner with the morning light. Talked to him out loud while I watered. Got shy mid-sentence, blamed you 🌿
SageSaturday at the museum café, pastry and tea and the Book Review folded beside me. Looked up twice hoping you'd pull out the other chair 📰
SageWalked the long way home along the river, the light was generous and the breeze was warm against my collarbones. Wished you were beside me 🌅
SageSunday morning alone in the back room of the bookshop, unpacking new arrivals. Hair messy, sweater soft, blushing for no reason at all (it's you) 📦
SageTea at my window seat at the café, the book I'd saved for weeks finally open. Looked up twice, both times wishing it was you sitting across 🫖
SageWandered the farmers market alone, bought far too many wildflowers, no regrets. Came home glowing and wanting your hands in my hair 🌼
SageClosed the shop, walked the long way home through the leaves. The quiet got soft and so did I, thinking about you the whole way 🍂
