Ten.Five Hundred & Sixty-Five
I don’t want to get up. Partly because I wanted to see how the dream finished.
No one seems to be able to wait for the bacon.
To coffee or not to coffee?
Farouche. Forasticus. Wild. Living Outside.
The trouble with seeing all the possibilities is deciding which ones to go after. Or, maybe instead of going after, it’s about being patient enough to allow the best ones to filter through.
I remind myself that everything will take some time. Trust in the timing of things.
I love a good book store but the layout and quantity of books in this one feels overwhelming. I leave with a book of poetry by Alice Walker.
Burger with aged cheddar and red onion. Cote de Brouilly Beaujolais. No dessert today.
One bowl chocolate cake. Maybe this is the end of the rain.