Feels like a white jean kind of day.

What’s that big brown thing walking towards the road? I slow down. Cow! Big brown cow!

Ham and cheese croissant. Drip coffee. She tells me she used to be in orchestra in school, and a group of them are gathering today for a barbeque in Richmond. “Only 75 degrees there today.”

She glows even more in person than she does through the screen.

What happened here?

“You look different,” she says. I laugh to myself. It’s just my joy, I think.

So much beauty everywhere.

Craving Torres chips.

I miss them.

Just gonna ride the high of possibility.