Ten.Two Thousand, Six Hundred & Sixty-Nine
The chill in the air is back.
I feel like I keep running out of time.
The fog hasn’t yet cleared in this part of the valley. Thick clouds of mist rest on the hillsides.
Three words you want people to think of when they think of you?
There is something about her energy.
An entire container of salad dressing in the outside pocket. I pour it out. She helps to clean my special pencil sharpener. We decide to throw away the pen, pencils, and hair tie. I think I’m done with the day.
It’s all the same, but different.
Running into my heart friend.
I tell him that I’ve made a commitment to myself to enjoy my summer, which means being outside as long as possible while the sun is still up. Why would I not remember to take advantage of summer’s gifts?
“scarce material”
