I didn't go

I didn’t go to the party for this moment. 

I stayed home to sit by the window--

cat on my lap,

writing by candlelight--

so that when the sky opened up,

I would be there with the window open,

to let the warm petrichor waft through.

I skipped to be with my soul:

a nature-loving, restless little girl

who adores the little things,

like a tiny flame,

a cat purr,

an earthy breeze,

and fireflies twinkling among raindrops,

while the sky grumbles in complaint. 

This is why I prioritized my company. For this moment right here.