Ten.Two Thousand, Six Hundred & Nineteen
A sliver of sun slipping through the clouds. I take it as a good omen.
Watching rectangles of light float across the floor.
Somehow I got stuck at the table, but it was the right place and the right time and the right conversation.
Just see where it goes.
He assures me that surely, I just need a 4 or 5 clients and I’d be set. Am I not daring greatly enough?
Curiosity.
“I like old vines. Old vines are like old people: they have the wisdom but have lost their vigor.”
A Canadian delight.
I think it’s done its job.
I wish I had had one more day.