Ten.Two Thousand, Six Hundred & Fifty-Eight
These birds.
A detour onto the trail because the sunrise is so good.
Quietly filling balloons with helium from the tank. Sunlight coming through the window. Counting down.
The six of us at the community table. Coffees and lemonades. She gets an order of French toast with a side of sweet potato fries. A Belgian waffle with strawberries and extra whipped cream. Waiting for everyone to wake up.
She sets the receipt and card back onto the table and whispers, “Sir, you have a beautiful family.”
I should really take a nap. I really need to take a nap.
Fanning myself with the program to keep the sweat at bay.
There are so many more words I wanted to write, but in this moment, this is all I’ve got.
It’s not the end, but everything will change.
They say that they don’t think there’s a better place we could’ve raised our kids. I’d have to agree.
