Ten.Two Thousand, Five Hundred & Eighty-Seven
The sound of the rain.
Why do I always forget to pull the furniture in before the rains come.
Daydreaming of quiet time in a clean home with a fire going and a hot cup of something.
So embarrassing.
Feeling everything so much that you don’t feel anything at all.
But sometimes, perception is truth.
I sit and put a few forks of salad into my mouth and sit with the feeling. How long has it been? About a year and a half? That’s about right.
No. A one-on-one is a meeting.
Teriyaki sauce, yes. But also ice cream.
Game day.
