I’m not really asleep anymore.

Remember to see the haiku in everything.

Early start to the day. Setting the intention. Remembering the whys. Doing something which sometimes means doing nothing.

It all seems so much easier once you write it down.

There aren’t as many snails on the patio. Temperature? Is it because we didn’t water the back yard? Have most of them completed their journey? Am I just too late?

She asks to go on a bike ride for recess. We join her. The streets are quiet save the mail truck and one car zooming around the curve. I think of that picture of Leishla on her bike. It does feel like flying.

Officially extended.

No one wants to make dinner. But this morning I told myself I wanted to spend more time in the kitchen because I know it nourishes me.

I just miss my friends. That’s all.

Why am I still awake?