it all boils down to my little pockets of peace

yesterday.

i watched my son as he rocked his drumset on stage, like a true rockstar.

i went on a date with my husband.

i watched him as his heart smiled, watched how his face left him free of worry.

i watched the sunshine beat down on our city after a crazy monsoon.

i put my feet up on the dashboard as we drove home.

i let my hands out the window and tried to catch the wind as it blew through my fingers.

i drank wine on the floor of my living room 

with my favourite aunt, her nephew and my husband. 

i drank till my lips were stained red.

yesterday.

i was happy.