It will be hot today. And even hotter tomorrow.

The way the rumpled sheets hold shadows.

Donuts.

I run my hands through the jasmine, and then again through the Russian Sage. I imagine that in the next house I’ll be there long enough to watch the aloes reach toward my waist. And maybe there will be an arbor covered in jasmine.

I’m glad I caught this conversation. To be reminded to think about legacy-building; to be reminded to dream for things that are bigger than ourselves.

I finished the edges.

Indexing with Esme. Needed this. Energized by this.

It’s not too late.

I finally use the suribachi. It brings me great delight. The little things. The little things.

The upside to the heat is that the evening unwinds slowly, it is more comfortable to enjoy the breezes and just one more glass. Everything is quiet.