Already awake.

But the wines were worth it.

Two bowls of soup.

This is the kind of light I live for. The clear yellow-gold of early morning sun. It only happens after it rains.

I cross this bridge so often now that I’m beginning to recognize the cars and the faces of the regulars.

Actually one of my favorite things to do.

The light is just so beautiful.

He asks me what I’m going to do after harvest is over. I hesitate. There is no straightforward answer.

I know this feeling.

The thing is that I had a feeling this would happen.