i really love when the leaves rustling in the wind sounds just like rain. i convince myself that there is some sort of storm, look outside my window and see debris dancing on the driveway, instead.

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circling around the reservoir on monday night, the windows rolled down and the nighttime air drifting inside, and i ask him, "is that jasmine?"

i already know the answer because i see a tree full with blossoms as we turn the corner.

"yes, i think so," he says, and i nod and take a deep breath.