Almost too cold.

It gets hard and harder to keep track of the days.

Simple pleasures.

I am early and so I take a few minutes and walk a little bit in the vines. The morning sun is golden and bright. Parts of the canopy stretch overhead. At my feet are some freshly-fallen grapes.

The first one takes too long. The next two take as long as the first. That’s progress.

I tell him that I think we have the same philosophies but I may need to help her with organization.

Cheese curds are $11.36 after tax and I’m pretty sure that’s four dollars more than they were during baseball season.

I laugh at the absurdity of it. I am the secret.

He’s such a funny little man.

I sit in the car and wait for him to finish practice. The sky shift slowly from a pale and dusty blue to dusty pinks and oranges. It is a peaceful sky.