Ten.Two Thousand, Five Hundred & Fifteen
Squawking jay serenade.
No feathers today.
Then he adds the power moves, and I feel the body reacting to this new movement. Electric.
Finally catching up.
My mind feels scattered. I sit and try to write myself back to center.
They always think you’re crazy until you do it.
Two Tootsie Roll pops to try to keep me from crawling underneath my desk and taking a nap.
She’s looking backward like the car is going to start moving on her own.
Peach pick up at Crane Park. I see a few familiar faces. It’s a whole culture, this bocce thing.
Is it really only Tuesday?
