Ten.Two Thousand, Three Hundred & Ninety-One
I startle myself awake and realize that I’ve overslept, but only by five minutes. Thank goodness I gave myself a buffer.
She keeps telling them they have to move further towards the back, and they keep ignoring her. Too few people on the plane means we need to distribute the weight.
Decaf coffee and tiny bites of cinnamon graham crackers.
As we leave the rental car lot, I look up at the pinkish morning sky and think, “Yeah, I needed this time away, too.”
It’s hard not to think of them as the five-year-old children you first met, even though you have to get on your toes to give them hugs.
This 70 degrees feels way hotter than 70 degrees.
The silhouette of the mountains against the orange sunset.
Awkward outsider feeling. Stella in a glass and bad bar food and lots of noise.
I just need to sleep.
“Look at the stars, look how they shine for you.”
