Ten.Two Thousand, Five Hundred & Ninety-Two
A little colder than I thought it would be.
Dark sky and bright white stars before the color of morning.
But. Of course.
There is also the human cost
Holiday Baking Championship.
I can’t stop myself from interrupting.
Tomato soup and onion rings.
At first, I thought it was easy. Now, it’s feeling hard. This feeling feels familiar.
He says that I should maybe quit the coffee again and I don’t disagree. “Throwing kerosene on the fire,” he says.
Find the joy.