Cool, cool morning.

We get in the car and both have goosebumps on our skin.

This one feels different. Less forced, maybe?

It’s good to have her back.

I bring the laptop into the car and type away as I sit. In the distance, I hear whistles and clapping and voices. It is still cool enough to have the windows down.

Comfort.

I see my face on the screen and I am trying to fix it, but I can’t. Maybe because I am just tired.

Breathe.

Fifteen years.

Always so delicious.