4:05am.

I can move slowly, but I do need to be deliberate.

Fog is not so heavy this morning.

I sit with him while I wait, talk about work and life and laugh a bit.

Why can’t I find what I’m looking for?

Today is not going to go as I intended.

But at least everything is so beautiful.

Tired.

Two of them still want to come. I tell them I will be there.

He says that he doesn’t know why he’s telling me what he’s telling me but he’s going to tell me anyway.

The thing is that we always have fun; if only they would remember this. If they had just come, they would have had a good time.

So sore. So sweaty.

Almost right.