Ten.Two Thousand, Four Hundred & Seventy-Two
Earlier and earlier each day.
I think of his comments about the wild animals, but push them out of my mind. I know this route. I’ll be just fine.
Quick texts to let them know you haven’t forgotten about them.
All will be well enough.
I take my phone meeting outside for my walk and manage to get in my mile while the breeze runs through my hair.
Dusty picnic table.
A little bit of Krug.
Hitting send on the final assignment for spring and then realizing you have only two weeks before your next class begins.
The timing is just not going to work.
When the dreams persist, you just trust that they’ll manifest when you’re ready.
