two hours before sunset
I’ve realized that’s my favorite time
outside, at my new place
maybe old to some, but new to me
on my balcony, overlooking my city
I’m swinging
swinging swinging swinging
more like softly rocking actually
I’m softly rocking
on the only thing I have out here—
one sole hammock
and the weather is what I always wished
Texas weather would be:
perfect for shorts, a sweater, and throw
people say it’s all about the little things
and this is one,
this little thing
it does, somehow, feel like everything
brittany given. 