Ten.One Thousand, Nine Hundred & Ninety-Seven
So cold.
He says “thank you” a lot more these days.
The sun looks like it wants to free itself from the clouds, but will it really do it tomorrow? No. Probably not.
It doesn’t hurt to try.
Since the universe is listening, yes, more of this, please.
At least we can laugh about it.
She can hear it in my voice, I think. She says she will not say anything. It doesn’t really make me feel better, though.
I make my way around the room, cleaning and condensing and stuffing things in my bag to take home. It feels like foreshadowing.
The carnelian has arrived. I place it near my notebook.
I know. I know. I know.