Ten.Six Hundred & Twenty-Four
I look at myself in the mirror. Confidence. Yes.
I set out the toaster, some butter, 5 plates, the cinnamon bread and a cutting board full of fruit. It’s a self-serve kind of morning.
Hot coffee. A little pep in my step. Maybe it’s because I know the weather promises sun.
Wet feet from morning dew. I can’t tell if he’s nervous. He most likely is. But I think he will have so much fun.
How much are the homes over here? I could look at these hills all day.
Blue bird. It’s not a blue jay. I saw a picture of it at the museum but now I can’t remember its name.
I just have to trust that I know enough of what I need to know.
Sore feet. Tank top and a can or sparkling and some sun. Reset. How is the day almost done already?
I tell him that she helped me with my cocktail flashcards on the front porch so he can feel free to quiz me. Negroni. Old Fashioned. Martini. Margarita. Mojito. Moscow Mule.