Some days the way the wind slides across my skin reminding me of every hair is a comfort.
Some days the way sunlight filtered by glass and leaf onto my bare arms is a relief.
Some days the way the whole open blue sky greets the top of my head like a cap makes me feel safe.
Some days the wind feels like a stranger touching me on the bus, smile of teeth and whispers of “you’re pretty”.
Some days the sun is like someone I care for hurt by my words, turning their back and walking away.
Some days the sky is a cowl of silence and shade for blue tears.