Really can’t sleep in. Not even twenty extra minutes. Where did my morning go?

Half a cup of coffee. He says I should do the things that make me happy.

Another orange sun.

Always learning something new.

He talks about how the three fires in one week. How the helicopters shake his house. How he’s tired of it.

This is probably the most right choice.

Everything is sepia-toned.

Thick slice of focaccia dipped in olive oil.

I see little bits of ash still flying around but we’d all rather be outside.

But we don’t even know if we should be out anywhere doing anything. And yet we both needed this.

I believe in a lot of things and I really believe in her.