Getting to bed earlier.
Spending less time online.
Waking up earlier and happier as the sunrise turned us all red.
Reading me my favorite stories at night.
Eating better (and more).
Cooking.
Foucault.
Afternoons with strong margaritas and full bellies.
Sunbathing on a giant rock by the river.
The necessity of cliff jumping to prove one’s love.
Bicycle rides in the sun.
Yoga in the mornings.
Walking through sunset and beyond on the longest days of the year.
The t-shirt that still has his smell.
I could get used to him.