Can’t sleep in too much or we will be late.

Sweater over the dress. Bags of bagels and some decaf for breakfast.

Windy down here.

I haven’t been here in years. I walk around the corner to see if the fountain is still there. It is.

Fresh sheets. Nap time.

“I believe in ghosts but I think this show is fake. Because why don’t the cameramen get scared?”

“But we’re assuming that coach knows where he is going.”

This is living in wine country.

There are no accidents.

So much beauty everywhere.