Ten.Two Thousand, Six Hundred & Seventeen
Pitter patter.
I start to head outside and decide that it is indeed raining too hard to walk today.
I can definitely feel how long it’s been since I did this workout.
High-rise flares.
But I’m glad she came.
Chicken noodle soup on a cold and rainy day.
You can see it all over his face.
They did it! They did it! They did it.
I tell him that words carry energy—even the ones not directed at a person.
Still doesn’t taste right.