Bird song.

Coffee before everything.

Happiness tonic and emails while the sun rises.

The way the sunlight makes the whole house glow.

Late.

I tell her I feel like I’m in some kind of limbo. Like I can see something else for me in the distance but I don’t know how to get there. And I am happy to not be where I was. It is some kind of strange purgatory.

A clean home.

She tells me to list my fears.

Paloma and chips and salsa before the game begins.

The color of the light as the sun sets. The crescendo of the breeze as it blows through the trees.

What next?