Ten.Four Hundred & Sixty-Seven
Only a solid 3 hours of sleep. But he has soccer this morning which means we’re both up and at ‘em.
Cereal and milk is about all I can handle. I toss a few grapes in my mouth. Still dazed.
The kitchen is filled with the smell of dried thyme. I pick the thin branches and thumb off the leaves into the wooden bowl.
One day I’ll get over the fear of sharing good news. What is that about? Being scared to share something you’re excited about?
The wind is whipping and the sun is so bright. Leaves blowing off the trees. Emerald green grass.
Sausage, potatoes, kale, cream, chicken stock.
“Clarity about what matters provides clarity about what does not.” - Deep Work
I had forgotten about the crack of this crust, the airy crumb, the chewiness.
I ask him to make brownies with me while the big kids are at intramurals. He is happy to oblige per usual. I crack the shell for him and squeezes just a little too hard and gets white all over his fingers.
Feathers in the window. Light reflecting off the bells. I look for the deer. I love the light in this home. But I’m ready to go.