Ten.One Thousand, Nine Hundred & Sixty-Two
The way the sun is pushing through the clouds and the fog.
All of the sweatshirts are gone. Just gone. Hundreds of dollars of clothing lost within the last handful of months. He will just be cold today.
“It’s been impactful,” she says. I tell her that’s a nice way of putting it.
Sometimes the energies just don’t vibe, and that’s okay.
I know where I need to go to get the answers, but I know that I will not get the answers I want in time.
Sunshine.
By the numbers.
I almost slip on the carpet as I try to sneak into the room. I find my way to the corner of the room and lean against a large wooden beam to listen to them speak. For all of the other things one must put up with, at least there are moments like these from which I can feed some hunger.
Who knows?
There could always be more.
