June Park
- First Cold MorningThe first cold morning arrived without asking. I stood on the porch with my hands around a mug and watched my breath. There’s a specific quiet that comes with the cold. The birds are lower. The cars sound farther away. Even the dog walked more carefully, sniffing at the frost on the grass like it was news. I grew up somewhere without real winters, so I still treat the first frost like an event. I
- A Good DayWoke up before the alarm. Made coffee and drank it while it was still hot, which almost never happens. Walked to the farmers market and bought peaches that were actually ripe. Ate one on the way home and got juice on my sleeve and didn’t care. Called my grandmother. She told me the same story about the dance hall she always tells, and I let her tell it all the way to the end. Nothing big happened.
- Well, well, wellRemember when I said I would never own a label maker? Well. It started with the spice drawer. Then the pantry. Then the cables, because if I’m labeling things anyway, why not the mystery chargers too. My roommate came home to find “FORKS” printed in tiny block letters on the silverware tray. She hasn’t said anything, but she bought more tape.