Tiny, impossibly tiny billions of things...
The sun caught behind a tree like a fish in a net, the early morning still heavy in the air...
The crush of taillights on a black strip of pavement, everybody heading to other people mostly...but some possibly alone.
An elevator, empty.
An airplane, scrapping white against the afternoon sky, the blue scribbled with fading trails of previous flights...
The first few turning leaves abandoning color to slowly crumple.
Many times it is a song...either shared or just a reminder.
Waiting in line for a sandwich...the primal need to eat...hunger. Hunger is one that triggers many explosive thoughts...the same craving...taste-reminders...
A phone lifted to find a text...a few words in the ether that represent such a small portion of an exchange...
A mirror...time spent fixing lips and hair.
Sounds...sirens and horns...street lights...cities.
A window of an airplane, a tiny square with the world unfolding beneath...bringing me.
A flower through a sidewalk...beauty in the incongruent...a bit of color against a pale canvass...
You...the billions of things that I see that remind me of you...
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