the boys at the beach
I tried to sleep in today but I couldn’t. Typical. It’s 6:30am on a Saturday morning, and I’m out on my back porch staring at the sun and watering my basil plant. The other weekend I took a three-day trip to New Mexico for a gay wedding, and forgot to ask my housemates to water little basil. Now I spend mornings trying to revive it, bringing its light yellowish leaves back to a crisp green.
