Still cold. Still wet.

Cacao.

Solo drop-offs. I had forgotten how much I enjoy these moments in the morning.

What really matters?

I catch myself rolling my eyes.

This is an honest expression of how I felt.

“What do you feel entitled to?”

Doritos and laughter.

I take him on a tour of parts of the property. He hasn’t seen any of this, but he remembers the barrels. Back then, the walls were made of rough rock. His French accent is very thick. He thanks me for taking the time to show him around. So much has changed.

“He’s nervous.”

If the only thing I get out of this is my friendships, then I still win.