Ten.Five HUndred & Sixty-Six
Wandering around in the dark. A metaphor for life sometimes.
He really doesn’t stop talking.
Parted clouds. The peak of Mount Diablo. The soft glow of morning light.
This coffee will be cold by the time I get back.
It feels good to see how much I still know. I ought to be more confident in my knowledge.
“It’s just…I don’t have the words to describe how grateful I am for you.” Oh, my mama heart.
There it is. That tightness. The feeling of constriction. It’ll be okay.
I did say that this might be the year of more, didn’t I?
No one is excited about the beet salad. I’ll save it for work tomorrow.