crushes

comparable only to the feeling you get from standing on the beach
with the ocean flirting relentlessly with your toes

to the first bite of any dessert or the heat of a bonfire on a crisp fall night

they're almost as good as your favorite song or flannel or home cooked meal

I might compare them to the first and last bite of Chipotle
the unmatched silence of 4:30 am
a big bunch of peonies
or jumping into a pool that's this close to being too cold, but isn't


they're easy and fun and innocent, crushes.
they're spirit-lifters and hope-givers,
and they are just so darn good.

photo by the talented Sarah Tucker