Ten.One Thousand, Nine Hundred & Eighty
The fog is low and thick. This doesn’t look good for tomorrow.
But it wouldn’t be the worst thing.
They call me before I call them. It’s the right choice, even if inconvenient.
I eat the whole plate - quickly. Stress eating? Maybe. Just hungry? Most likely. 2020 Sandlands Red Table Wine.
I could just lay here under my desk, and no one would know if I am taking nap.
The goal today is to breathe, take it slow, not let the anxiety of others push me into unaligned behaviors.
Daydreams.
Another cup of decaf.
I increase my speed, look straight out at the horizon. The sun is breaking through clouds, casting a golden hue on the green hillsides. Through the haze, I can still see a blue sky. My eye follows the ragged shape of the range stretched out before. A silent prayer of gratitude for the beauty that surrounds me.
At least, in the end, I will come away from this with a few good friendships.
