My fathers eyes Almond shaped, like mine. Kind. Strong. Sad. Also like mine. Years of memories and pain. Separation. Unity.
The lake Laughter. Time had seemed to stand still. Shared smiles with acquaintances. Bonfires. Inner tubing. Can I go back?
Hair dye Eighth grade. Time for a cringe fest. Did I want to be different, to stand out, to prove something? I don't know. But it was fun while it lasted.
My jeans A constant. How old. The only hand me downs I would wear. Grass stains. Paint splotches. They tell stories.
Bedroom walls Calming. Soothing. I still have clothing with stains from painting. Duck egg. The name of the color still makes me laugh.
Hydrangeas The only constant in mothers garden. Kingdom of green amphibians. Count them. Dried blossoms hang above the doorway.