Ten.Two Thousand, Four Hundred & Sixty-Five
Getting out before the first light.
Shorter split time; it’s getting easier and easier.
So glad I put those braids back in.
The way the morning sun hits the tall dewy grasses and the moss on the builders. All I can hear is my breathing, not even any bird chatter.
When the meeting gets moved again, and you’re thoroughly relieved.
Showing restraint by not eating during this meeting.
Poppies and green canopies and potholes and trucks and a gentle breeze.
These little kids are the best part of my Monday.
“We’ve lived in California for almost seven years now. I’m not a bandwagon fan, right? I can be a Warriors fan now.”
Frog song.