Ten.Two Thousand, Seven Hundred & Thirty-Two
Deep stretch. A little bit of weight. An easy walk. Gray sky.
Morning pages on the back deck as the sun breaks through the fog. Would love to have 3 more days like this.
Wait. Now, I’m confused. Was she imagining it all along? What was real? Or is the point that you don’t really know?
I can do it.
One class is loaded, but not the other, and it’s causing me a lot of anxiety. But at least the work for this one is due on Wednesdays and Fridays. These are the best days of the week for now.
I let him drive.
A big white truck pulled over on the side of the road. Beside it, a man stands at an easel painting the sunset. It makes me smile.
We both agree that “Papercut” is one of our favorite albums of all time.
But I don’t want to do it all, all of the time.
Walking toward.