Ten.Two Thousand, Five Hundred & Twenty-Four
Keep it loose.
A late start to the day, trying to wait for the sun.
They want to get the peaches. I really think they just want to cruise down 29.
Almost, Mico. Almost.
That’s just business.
My brain really doesn’t work well after 3 p.m.
Some days I’m better at keeping it to myself. Other days, I’m not.
Time to make dinner. That’s really all I want.
She shows me the blue Sabrinas and he asks me if I can do his hair; he and his teammates are being interviewed tomorrow for the paper.
Everything looks better through the lens of gratitude.