[trade] life is in the tiniest details
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I'm walking on autopilot. I'm inbetween locations; home and grocery store, home and work, work and the grocery store. But there it is: A rainbow sticker on the lamp post. A flower growing in-between loose bricks in a brick wall. A huge stag beetle on the floor. A butterfly flying around. It makes me smile.
I go to my preferred coffee shop that lets me mobile order in advance. I have done it enough times that they start setting a straw aside for me because they know I always grab one. On the cup, it says "Ava, enjoy your day!".
I'm in the tram. Right next to it, a woman is riding her bike on the street. Her gaze veers inside the tram and our eyes meet. Suddenly, she starts smiling brightly at me, then the tram is too fast for her to keep up and we lose eye contact.
I look at my notebook. I'm particularly pleased with the way I wrote that 'a'. I take the time to get that detail on the butterfly wings just right. I glue little nail decorations to the page. The page is so lively now, I can't look away.
That barcode number, that number in the train, the number on the price tag, the clock time, the score, the time left in the video... it all shows my favorite number combination. Others know about it too and send me pictures when they see it.
"I see you've married! I hope you had a great wedding!" said a person at work I hadn't seen in person for months, and that I've only seen one or two times prior. She still noticed the change of rings on my hands - such a small detail, but still worth remembering to her.
When I look down at my body, I am reminded that it really did all happen in the same life, to the same body, even if it feels impossible at times. There's the scar on my knee that I got as a child from falling onto gravel with my scooter, and one near my eye where I tried to climb the CD-rack as a baby. There's the faint scar of when I climbed down a tree and let myself fall to the floor, but my stomach scratched along a broken off branch. There's the scar of my hernia surgery, the scars on my leg and arm from my teenage years. The little dots on my left arm from when I had blood drawn so frequently the last year that they ran out of spots to use. The stretch marks from last year have faded, looking a bit wrinkly, shrunken. It makes me wonder what signs of life will be added to it in the future.
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Published 21 Jun, 2025