late summer things

Filling our rooms with wild greens, tomato sandwiches (heaps of mayonnaise, sea salt, basil), nursing a summer cold, finally trying his cold brew recipe, scrubbing every surface on a Sunday afternoon, the banana chocolate chip bread he baked on a Monday, a certain ennui that accompanies late summer work, the very thought of Augusts five or ten years from now, and always always always feeling happiest at home.