Back to the noises on the roof.

The quiet.

Everyone is still asleep as I pour my first cup. Pink streaks of clouds in the morning sky.

The light is good and I have things to say and so I lean the phone against the leg of the chair and try to capture what it is I am feeling.

Forgot to wear my nightguard. Can still open my mouth. Feels like a tiny miracle.

Just trust yourself.

I am not documenting enough.

I keep having visions of myself laying down, sprawled out on the floor, looking up at the ceiling. Everything is okay. I am just there in the quiet, not doing a thing.

More work and no sleep.

If I’m going to be awake in the middle of the night, at least I’m in a vineyard where the stars are bright and the air is cool.