Waiting for daybreak.

Where’s the small cup?

Waffle with melted butter and homemade fig jam.

New challenges. Breath. Focus. Only going as far as I want to go because Ease is a valid choice.

This feels good.

It feels extra quiet today. No chainsaws. That must be it.

White poppies.

I want to not feel the way I am feeling.

Hanger steak? Hanger steak. Gattinara. Potatoes. Brussel sprouts. We turn on the car and then watch the lights go out in the grocery store.

The power is out here, too. We put the groceries away and then walk to the post office. It is quiet. I hear the hum of their whole-house generator. A breeze blows through and dried pine needles fall in front of our feet. “Now it feels like fire season,” I say.