Vibes: Sitting on a log sprinkled with dewey moss, thinking about people you miss, places you want to visit, and what to cook for dinner tonight.
Vibes: when the package you’ve been checking for everyday finally arrives
Vibes: Walking through the mall foodcourt just to snag a few free samples, being weak, getting a full meal from Panda Express
Vibes: the sweet smell of mid-night dew on the lawn of a house party in which your high school crush is sipping Natty Light and being bored by Todd, the quarterback. Fucking Todd.
Vibes: The coolness that cuts through a dense humidity after it pours in July in DC
Vibes: The concept of saudade covered in a honey-suckle hip-hop beat and floated into the air by choral strings; an bluish hue of violet that settles over your memories
Vibes: Driving your busted-up station wagon down the highway, brimming with all your possessions, on the way to a new city and a new home; the familiarity of the worn-down rocking chair that’s been on your family’s porch since before you were born
Vibes: yelling at strangers because you’re drunk and they’re wearing a Make America Great Again hat
Vibes: a grandma’s fist snuggle with her newborn grandson, swaddled in a blanket she had been crocheting since the Winter