Ten.One Thousand, Nine Hundred & Eighty-Five
Light.
V8. Bacon. The other babka. Coffee.
There is still time, but so much time has passed.
She offers me the glass of rosé once more. She tells me that I don’t have to rush. I make my way toward the swing. It is the most perfect moment of delight. Unplanned Joy.
I catch them on their way back down the hill. These two. I miss them.
“What is going on…” “He doesn’t have a plan.”
Sweating.
We laugh - the three of us - while she finished ringing up his groceries and begins to slide my items closer to her. “Birthdate, hun?” “…the late 1900’s,” I say. We laugh again. “The secret to staying young is to keep moving. All of my friends who retired early are either bored, or dead. But I know I’m getting old because my daughter said she wanted a BBL, and I thought she meant a BBQ Lunch.” We laugh again.
They say they are having a “Barbie” movie marathon. Ok.
Tomorrow.