Cool.

No breakfast, just hair.

I give in. Bridgerton it is.

Almost done.

I stand outside with him and feel the warmth of the sun on my face. He’s talking about something but I am not really listening. I am just feeling.

The sound of the wind through the trees.

I tell them that at the next meeting I will apologize - not for what I said, but for not offering solutions.

Still.

“There seems to be no place in society for us except at the edge of things.”

One more before bed.