Ten.Five Hundred & Thirty-Eight
The color of the amaryllis. The way the red is pulsating with life.
Cinnamon raisin toast with coffee.
She’s the friendliest deli counter person I’ve ever had, but she can never remember the orders. But I’d rather her triple check than mess it up.
Grocery shopping is much more enjoyable when you put your headphones in.
Note to self: no one here does anything before 8 am.
I start shifting the boxes and the table around. What do I do with these chairs? Then he comes in and stops me.
But what exactly is the goal?
I look like me but not quite like me.
The longest night of the year. The winter solstice. The return of the night. I myself am feeling a return to light. Brilliant in my emergence.