Almost time.

I remove the dried flowers from my desk, stick them into the compost bin. Cool yet humid air. Quiet.

Too much.

All of a sudden I am questioning everything.

What I want to do is not equal to what I should do.

In the shade, it is incredibly comfortable. I sip slowly from the cup while we chat. I am overdressed for the current moment. I watch him catch a touchdown. I laugh a little. I am sad I have to go.

Beautiful breeze.

I hold the waxy candles against my sweater and then realize that’s a mistake.

“What’s with the water today?”

“Murder on the Orient Express” I wish I had these kind of sets when I was in high school.

I needed this today.