This is not the kind of text you want to wake up to.

I slip into his shoes, almost too easy.

I pour the hot water onto the grounds and watch it bloom. I’m glad this is a new part of the morning.

She can’t sit in the lobby, so she’s on her way home.

I wonder if I will be able to focus and be present during our writing circle. I contemplate skipping it. But no, I need it.

More wisdom cards. Quiet dust. When the wind works against us. Take root. What’s your wingspan? Reach beyond the vulture. Fish in the sky. Rebirth as contentment. Edge walker. Edge worker. Just have to keep swimming. Use the bridge. Comfortable everywhere. Mask.

I take the leftover smoked chicken breast and grab the wilting salad greens. Champagne vinegar and olive oil and a sprinkle of salt. It needs something else. Pennyroyal Lychee cheese.

I show him the proper way to do a left-handed layup. Then he makes ten in a row.

Affirmation.

This conversation between Julia and Andre. A screen full of mostly black and brown bodies drinking wine and sharing stories. One of the silver linings.

2019 Lumen Escence Pinot Gris.