Ten.Eight Hundred & Eighty-Five

1. The red glow. Not dawn. Not street lights. Maybe someone’s Christmas decorations?

2. Did I move the elf?

3. Beloved Oil on the neck and breast bone. The gleam on the collarbone. I try to push the shoulders down.

4. I tell her that I know this feeling all to well. I dislike the longing. I especially dislike the longing when you know that what you’re longing after is no good for you.

5. A wall of white. I’m surprised there haven’t been more accidents this week. This is the first time I’ve driven through fog like this before. Two horses on the hill in the mist.

6. This podcast, this podcast. Yes! Maxine from Living Single.

7. I tell her that I’m feeling divided.

8. I don’t see anyone’s car here yet. I try the door. It’s locked. I take a picture of the building, the white arch, the worn wooden door. The brass lights on either side of the door. Beauty hunting.

9. I laugh when I see who I get for Secret Santa. But then I realize that it’s actually easier than I had first thought.

10. What would be my secret?