Ten.One Thousand, Nine Hundred & Sixty-Five
4 a.m. Of course.
I wait for the light to come, but I still can’t see my face.
I realize that I can’t hide my irritation, and that is always a problem. Or is it? I don’t have a poker face. I’d rather deal in the real.
We eat scones together and talk about the day and the rest of spring break.
Everything is hard, and yet it is still so beautiful.
In that one moment, I feel all that I need to know.
Gratitudes: this time away from home; coffee in hand-painted mugs; unexpected sunshine; generosity; knowing and being able to tell the truth; long winding roads that lead to vineyard views; conversations about buffering capacity.
Lemon’s Market.
I run back from the mailbox to watch the last few quarters of the game. Maybe this year of women’s basketball will help us next season.
Clarity.
