Ten.Two Thousand, Five Hundred & Ninety-Seven
2:37 a.m. Don’t think about the game.
Warm winds so early in the morning. The sound of the branches losing their leaves.
That’s what we need.
Only one cup.
Gratitude for the foresight to take off the rest of the week.
Ninety minutes to get it all done.
Pressure.
So. much. potential.
I keep leaving random things in random places.
Too many ghost stories at night.