Ten.Four Hundred & Seventy-Nine
Oh, it’s cold. I ought to close the window.
Muffins for breakfast. Mushing fat berries with the backside of a fork.
So much yellow light.
I can’t stop thinking about the house. I keep mentally placing furniture on walls and thinking about color schemes. We’ll need taller bar stools and some real patio furniture. How many air mattresses?
Gloved hands wrapped around a large peppermint tea. So many more leaves on the ground this time. We walk under the road and come up the other side to find a few more trolls. The water. The light.
We got our 10,000 steps. I’m grateful for this walk. I’m trying not to think about this being the last one.
French onion soup, roast beef sandwich, steak skewers, cheese plate, charcuterie board. Beaujolais and Gigondas. I am so hungry today. Maybe I am eating feelings.
I can’t get the nose ring in.
I’m not hungry anymore. There are not enough days for all of these names.