Ten.Two Thousand, Six Hundred & Fifty
Cool, cool morning.
Stretches of bumpy pink clouds hover over the ridge.
I stand in the middle of the parking lot and watch a red-tailed hawk fly from tree to tree. But he didn’t drop a feather for me.
Hot tea.
Not the sandwich boards again.
We’re all on the Titanic. We know the water is coming in, but we still have a little more time.
At least we can eat in the sunshine today.
The sound of rain crushing the rooftop.
I forgot my speaker.
Je te lasserai des mots = I will leave you words