There are so many words in the English language. So many beautiful words. Things like uvula and verdigris and patina and susurrus and round-about and pluviophile. So many words to just roll around in your mind and feel the edges of them, let their meaning bloom in your mind into a particular, detailed thing.
I don’t stop and marvel often enough. Like seeing the most incredible miracles every day and just letting them slide around me in the commonplace. Instead of grabbing on to the wonder.