New sweater vibes.

No one out this early on a Sunday morning.

The smell of cabernet in the air. Inhale deeply.

I look to my left and to my right, noticing the way the light is falling across the valley floor, marveling at the silhouettes of mountains.

Hot air balloons dotting the horizon. Verklempt. I keep putting my hand on my heart. All of this is worth it.

We are early but it’s a good thing we are. The line has already started to form. Almond croissant for her, peach danish for me.

We both just keep saying how beautiful it is.

If I have to drive 45 minutes to get to the closest Best Buy, at least the drive is scenic.

Feather on the ground, the sound of Maya Angelou laughing, the heat of late afternoon.

The words aren’t coming.

What can I do today to make tomorrow easier?

My favorite part of my day? Coffee with my friend. What am I grateful for? Not having to do the grocery shopping.

Why is everyone still awake?