Ten.Two Thousand, Five Hundred & Ten
- There’s enough time. 
- Sticky concrete. Hugged in fog. No one said it was a mow day. How do we turn off the music. 
- Much smoother. Much, much smoother. 
- She follows me as I roll the large stone tiles back to the upper lot. Thank goodness I skipped my workout today because there’s no way I would have made it up the hill. 
- One bottle of Frog’s Leap Chardonnay. 
- Choo-choo. 
- But at least we all like each other. And that, you can’t take for granted. 
- Driving up Silverado Trail at dusk with no traffic is still my favorite. 
- The way she and I look at each other at the dinner table sometimes before cracking up. 
- You just want to give him a hug. 
