Ten.Two Thousand, Six Hundred & Twenty-Five
I think I hear the sound of raindrops on the leaves.
Trying to find the words.
He takes the last two skewers of chicken.
One back pack, one back-pack-purse, one tote bag, and two travel mugs of coffee. I can still open the door.
I can see a rectangle of blue sky through the tops of the blinds.
Andes mints.
There is an upside to being the only one in the office. I turn the lights back of and put music in my ear.
I’m afraid that if I leave, I will miss something exciting.
Can’t stop staring at it.
I settle the tripod and find the right settings until I locate the craters on the moon.