A house on top of the ridge has its lights on. Or is that just reflection from my own lights and all the glass playing tricks on me?

I make the coffee earlier than usual because I just don’t want to wait another hour to have a cup.

I haven’t written anything for tomorrow and I am freaking out about it. But I know the more I freak out, the harder it will be for me to write.

What is something culturally significant. Why can’t I remember anything?

“This road is scary.”

We stop by Model to get a pastry before I take her to school. Spinach and feta croissant for me, a morning bun for her.

The light is especially golden today.

Still nothing.

I hadn’t realized I was so hungry.

Stunning sunset no matter where you look. I get to live here.

Still nothing.