Ten.One Thousand, Three Hundred & Eight

1. I wonder what time the frogs stop their croaking.

2. Where are my leggings?

3. We lean the bolsters on the stacked blocks and rest here at the end. This. I need to do this more often. Fridays with her are just my favorite.

4. Cold ankles.

5. Where is the time going?

6. So much sun. The landscapers are out. He always waves to me through the windows.

7. I warm up the samosas for them as an afterschool snack. She still insists on making macaroni and cheese.

8. I feel so fiery today. It’s because of the sun.

9. I tell him that I don’t think I can drink the mate because I’m feeling the same things I feel when I drink coffee. He thinks it’s because I drank the entire french press in one sitting. He might be right.

10. I haven’t laughed this much in a long time. Sacred space it is, this collective of people who wish to be their whole selves in a space that hasn’t always been open to them. Dreaming of outdoor garden parties with long tables and plenty of glassware and candle light and flowers and, and, and, and. All of this is part of the dream.