Ten.Two Thousand, Five Hundred & Sixty-Three
Indigo sky studded with stars. When the trees break, there’s enough light to find my way.
How can he see in the dark like that?
Now is not the time.
She says that she’s walking, and she thinks she can smell harvest.
Dark office. Hot decaf in the Yeti. Chopin in the headphones.
These darn gummy bears. I tell her not to buy them when we run out.
Turns out I need to hit the track, too.
“He’s so smart!” Yeah, I know. I don’t think very many people understand just how bright he actually is.
Can I stay up long enough for the ice cream to come?
Spooky season.
