3:00am.

So hot.

Watching the morning sun light illuminate the valley. Vineyard views before breakfast.

Surreal.

Just say the thing that needs to be said.

Spinach and Feta Croissant. Perfect.

Both/And.

Just say the thing that needs to be said.

I still don’t.

It’s hot, even in the shade.

He grunts and groans and I can see the silver in his hair and the lines on his face. He tells me that the noises are just a thing he does and that he’s been doing this since he was 19.

We should get a tutor.

No. It’s not my imagination. This is the very most right thing.

She helps me put the hammock together. I remind her that she liked it so much that she forgot about her fear.

I feel behind. And yet, I know that I will catch up.

5 years, 1 month, 3 days.

“What’s next?”