way marks
The cool smooth doorknob joining right hand inviting the outward swing of the pantry door
The brusque, pleasantly offensive aroma of the garlic remnants from last night’s dinner in the compost bin - unapologetically filling the small space
The weight of the blender base
The melancholic memories of rejection - real and imagined
The notable clenching through low abdomen at the sound and vibration of the Vitamix in the not yet light
The spontaneous, gentle, repetitive humming while brushing teeth with the industrious Oral-B
The savoring of warm water a little too long - cascading over skin containing oceans of grief, compassion, and inappropriate laughter
The 160-degree water poured over 2 teaspoons of curled Tamaryokucha Organic leaves - and waiting for 2 minutes and 45 seconds
The warm glow of an inner smile anticipating that first sip
The steady restful stillness bearing witness