Today, we start out standing, staring out toward the trees.

Reflections in the coffee.

This one find was worth it.

Blessed. We walk into the town square and find coffee and a pastry. The sun is bright. There are people everywhere. He says he’s glad we live somewhere smaller.

Tough loss.

We end up eating out anyway.

Bikers. Black bikers. They are undoubtedly heading back down valley after gathering at Buster’s. We nod at each other as they pass by. George Clinton and Janet Jackson and Stevie Wonder blaring from the motorcycles.

Feeling strong.

Popcorn for dinner.

Length check.