Second Sunday.

What needs to happen first?

I look at the recipe one more time and then decide to take it easy on myself.

I break my coffee fast and savor every sip.

Now she can get on the phone?

It actually feels like a day off. Finally.

That feeling is an indicator of something else.

It sometimes feels like we just moved in here.

Fields thick with mustard aglow under the setting sun.

Gratitude.