08 Apr 2026: Untitled

Watching the streetlights wash over your face,

I remembered the taste of salt. But why?

I think it had something to do with

the cool mist blowing in from the pacific.

Remember?

We laughed through that downy fog

spotted with bonfires and piles of char.

The air tasted like salt:

simple and electric and essential.

But maybe it has something to do with food.

I love to cook for you.

That’s it:

you remind me of the taste of home.