What day is it?

Check the traffic. Not that bad. I still have time.

Stillness. The click of the lamp. I spill my water on the book, dry it off with my scarf and settle into the green chair to write.

Set ego aside.

I make my way down the street. The moon is high and bright. Dark blue sky.

She’s so pleasant. What a great start. Second person. Big smile. Kind words. Person three and four and five. And this is good service. This is worth it. Though they should probably forego the platter of pastries.

He tells me that he’s just waiting for love. I tell him it takes a lot of courage to end an engagement because you realize that it’s not going to work.

Why do people tell me so many things?

Thirsty.

He tells me it’s been a slow day, that he could count the number of people at the Oakland Airport on his hands. I remember that this…experience affects so many. That if no one is traveling, not only are the airlines losing money but so are the Lyft and Uber drivers who depend on the gig economy to bridge the gap.

What is happening?

Overcompensating.