12:46am

2:25

I feel a stab of sadness, then worry over the logistics of everything. Is there even enough time? What else can go?

I watch the snails. I envy them. I want to return to that kind of slowness. No, not the slowness, the intentionality. I’ve drifted away from it.

It’s his birthday. 9. I tell him this is actually a lucky birthday. He’s the the third kid and he’s 9. 3 cubed. Not to mention it’s also a full moon.

What are my optimum conditions?

The drive is quick.

This really was a good idea.

The sun is hot but it feels good. Eyes taking in the expanse of the horizon.

Now, the next hill.