Ten.Eight Hundred & Twenty-Three
Where are the bananas? They were overripe but I could really use one before I drink coffee.
I walk up behind the cabins to watch a little bit of the sunrise and 10 turkeys cross the labyrinth in front of me. Charting serendipity.
The thing about the labyrinth is that it doesn’t matter where you start; you always end up in the same place. A metaphor for life.
Apparently all the Ubers and Lyfts are coming here. It’s worth the hassle.
It’s all a process in learning.
That feeling like you’re saying too much and yet also not enough.
It didn’t make me feel that much better.
Where are my words?