Daylight.

Rainbows on walls. Glistening crystals. Blue sky beyond.

I forgot to soak the beans last night.

She asks to watch “Twilight Zone” and I feel like I’ve done something right as a parent.

I’m pretty certain that my eyebrows are falling out. Yes. Very certain.

I ride in circles, feel the breeze against the tops of my shoulders. The colors here. So quiet in the neighborhood. I do like the quiet.

I look at my eyebrows again. I realize that I need to be sure to set up therapy appointments for myself. I am feeling the feeling of feeling.

I hear the smash. And feel my chest tighten. Let out a big sigh. I hear the guy behind us saying something to him and then some banging on the car.

Her face. I can’t see her smile but I know she’s smiling because she’s always smiling. The chips are thin and crispy and hot. Three salsas - one, carrot habanero; first the heat and then the slow creep of heat in the back of the throat. One order of flautas, so beautiful you don’t want to touch them. So hot you can’t eat them. But they smell so good you are willing to risk the mess and the risk of burnt tongue.

Chicken still cooking. Seeing my aunt and all of my uncles on the screen at the same time makes me smile. My uncles are so funny.