Ten.Two Thousand, Four Hundred & Ninety-Seven
Just can't do it.
Another hour slips by.
A innocent mistake..
What are these cars in the parking lot? Why are the lights on? What day is today?
I finish the rest of my call with her outside. “Tell old girl I said ‘hello’” she says from across the sidewalk. I chuckle.
Run. Down.
Craving time with pen and paper and nothing else.
Not enough dreaming time.
We’re all a little less cranky today.
This quiet. This clear blue sky. This evening breeze and golden light. The rolling hills. Dried grass blowing in the wind. All you can do is stare at the horizon in awe.
