Ten.Two Thousand, Seven Hundred & Fifty-Eight
Streaky clouds and a pink morning sky.
I’m not sure what I thought we’d be doing, but it wasn’t exactly this.
Snipping grapes from the vine. Learning the difference between dimpled fruit and raisined fruit.
Homecoming parade. Familiar faces. Very excited kids getting the trucks to honk their horns.
Another win.
Full moon rising.
I’ve never made so much hot chocolate in my life.
The same question over and over again, and there is no response I want to give—or can give without you reading the truth all over my face.
No one tells me anything.
At this time of night, it’s only the worst of the worst that comes to mind.