I need to remember this dream. I repeat the details in my head over and over again. This could make for a good story.

I think about all of the writing I have not done. How she asked me what my routine is for writing these days. How I said that there is no routine. I just work from 6:00am to whenever I fall asleep.

Dark morning skies.

Out of oat milk creamer. I don’t think I’ve had enough coffee yet. Or maybe I’ve had too much already and that's why I’m yelling.

We come a different way and from this view, you can see a stretch of vineyards atop a plateau, bright green and glistening in the morning sun.

The one thing about all of the wineries I’ve worked at is that they are all so beautiful. And that makes a difference - having someplace so beautiful.

Clean and sitting in the sun while waiting for the children.

I ask how she does it. How is she doing the things she’s doing?

Lighting the candle.

The twists just don’t want to stay in.