Better.

There’s still plenty of V8 left.

I always enjoy these morning chats with her. She recommends Teechino. She gets it. Coffee has a certain weight in the mouth that tea just can’t replicate.

Silver tea.

The cows roam free. You can hear them moo. The hills are big and green and the sky is blue. Oh, yes, this.

The comfort of a familiar face and a shared history. The sunshine. Knowing that you’ve already made a plan for the following month. So grateful the weather decided to play nice today.

“…Everything you want’s a dream away...” - Coldplay

She gets out of her silver Porsche SUV and hands me a big stack of old issues of Sunset Magazine. She’s wearing a thin black quilted Patagonia vest over a tunic and baggy pants - all black. I can tell she’s smiling behind her mask.

The girls roll out the pasta and make the noodles.

Already sore. But in a satisfying way.