Too soon.

I ditch the hashbrowns for the mini dutch babies to see how well they go over.

Candles lit. Coffee in hand. Slow down the breath.

I know what this is. I know what this is.

I hear something scurry beneath the red rocks.

But it really is a beautiful morning. Down here, the sun is bright. The air is still cool. The sky is flat and blue, except for clouds here and there.

I am noticeably stronger than I was even two weeks ago.

Too many giggles at lunch. But is there really such a thing as too many giggles?

We walk to get the trash bins off the train. Mount Saint Helena has a shroud of clouds around it. I can’t stop staring.

He pretends to not be proud of himself.

Three flu shots and one first-shot of COVID-19 vaccine.

The smell of rain.

Harvest playlist.