Ten.One Thousand, Eight Hundred & Thirty

1. TGIF.

2. Early morning therapy for the win.

3. We take our usual path. The air is still cool, the sun bright. Quiet morning.

4. Do I feel better? Slightly. Do I think anything will change? Most likely not. I will just adjust, get better at worryinga bout the things that matter more than the things that don’t.

5. What do I want it to be?

6. Tacos and canned wine in the shade.

7. Wilting flowers.

8. I do have what I need.

9. They talk about the fire and the fear and what they could and could not do. I play back those 24 hours. Using the flashlight on my cellphone to navigate the hallway of the hotel. That feeling of ash getting in my eyes. Going into the grocery story to buy fruit and muffins. The mental exhaustion. Sitting in the heat while waiting for our rooms. That was two years ago? Feels like forever and also yesterday.

10. The view is beautiful. A cool, gentle breeze skims the skin. Good wine, lots of water. I taste everything, notice all of the flavors. I watch everyone else take a picture and remind myself of how amazing it is that I get to live here.