Honey Vanilla Chamomile herbal tea. A lent it to me when I was sick, the scent and the sweet vapor softened what was rough in my throat. I opened the box again, and immediately I remembered that feeling. The weight in my head, the roughness in my throat, the darkness of the night hours when I sit and write e-mails to a friend in another country.
What else? Music and homework. The poetic thought evaporates, left by the blunt description. I remember writing about clouds in high school. Home has the best clouds, bright and full of shapes that stirred me. I would watch Peter Pan (2002/3 something live action version) and identify with his struggle and his desires and the weapon Hook used against him.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nOn5ADZpAwk
And that song... wow. Lots of memories with that too!
