5:36am. Experiment worked.

Soft morning light.

Check.

I should pay more attention to the weather.

Look up at the trees.

So incredibly hard to work with no wireless. I can’t get any closer to the window. Trying to do as much as possible before it drops again.

He was right, though. This is the work that excites me. Keep chasing that feeling.

Sunlight.

Tiny Bouganviela petals all huddled together in the neck of the curb. The juxtaposition of paper-thin petals and chipped paint. I can’t help myself.

She offers more time and I take it. I am too tired to even try to hustle and get it done. But the longer I take, the longer the list becomes. So many more ideas fill the head. Practice discernment.

“Leave room for little luxuries. Leave room for big love. Leave room for the power of pleasure.”