The first bit of golden light.

Cereal and water and coffee.

We head to the peach stand first. She tells us which peaches are available for today. We talk about ways to eat them. I tell her about the roasted peach with maple nut crumble and cream that I just ate at the CIA not too long ago. She wants to keep talking but more people are coming to the stand. Esther is her name. The money from the sale of the peaches goes back to the farm to help it convert to organics, she says through the open car window.

Helicopters overhead. Circling and circling and circling.

I do like it here.

I tell him about threes. I know he thinks it’s silly.

Someone nominated me?

Quiet but for the buzz of the flies. The air is still. It is quiet. I look for the swan. How much longer can it stay with the water continually receding?

Olivia Brion Tempranillo with the grilled pork.

Peach cobbler with vanilla ice cream. I squeeze a little caramel sauce on the side. I hope there is still some left when I wake up tomorrow.