Ten.Two Thousand, Six Hundred & Thirty-One
The colors of early morning.
I start to count the cars in the parking lot. Something isn’t right. At least the drive home is a short one.
Sunlight on my face. Yes, more of this, please.
A little bit of email. A little bit of laundry. A lot of not getting the things I actually want to get done, done.
Chinese chicken salad.
Girls walking through the door to eat more pasta. One day, this will not happen again. One day, I will miss this.
This version of getting my nails done is tops.
Quiet car. Mountains in the distance that look like an old painting.
But what do we want the rest of these days to feel like?
Early to bed, early to rise.