So much light. I think I’ve slept longer than I intended to.

I go over to the window and see a sliver of the water, it’s surface rippling from ducks? wind? Who knows. I wonder if she stands here and stares at it like I am doing now. I can imagine one would spend an inordinate amount of time fixated on this view.

French press coffee and grapes and toast and scrambled eggs. We talk about everything and I love it and it makes me wish we weren’t 2,000 miles apart from one another.

Also, it’s possible to have real relationships that being in a virtual space and transcend into something real and safe and life-giving. I’m grateful for that.

I stop at the grocery store and find what I need. I grab a bottle of Louis Jadot Beaujolais-Villages and a bottle of Wente Morning Fog. Who would have thought I’d find either in the middle of New Hampshire?

The landscape isn’t as striking as I remember and that just might be because now I live in a place where I am constantly moved by the natural beauty. This beauty is different.

Familiar faces. Still a little nervous.

Waffle cone with vanilla ice cream and rainbow sprinkles.

Thrumming with possibility.

Absurdly excited for instant coffee on the dock.