Ten.Seven Hundred & Seventy-Eight
Just a hint of light.
A counter scattered with odds and ends to make a breakfast. There is enough here; now to show them how to cobble together a meal from it.
The time is gone. No time to eat the eggs. I’ll save them for tomorrow. We’re all leaving at the same time; this is a different dance.
Two crows perched upon a developer sign. A big bush of something pale pink sticking out of the straw covered hill.
A steer high up on the hill. I always wish I had time to pull over to the side of the road and capture what I see. I want to gather all the wildflowers that blow in the wind. I wonder what I can crow now, so late in the season.
On the desk is a basket with pens, post-its, a hat, a t-shirt. There’s also a bottle of Brut next to my computer and my phone. And now suddenly, I feel a little bit like more of a grown-up.
“I’d be no fun if I had a filter.”
We walk back to the office. Blue sky. Golden hills. Green trees. Full grapes. A bowl of candy. There are worse things.
I stop at the farm stand for zucchini, avocados, red onions, and corn. I gift myself a bunch of lavender. One of these days I’ll grow my own.