The wind.

Still not over this little flower arrangement and the way it glows in the morning light.

I make the bacon but forget to make the potatoes. He says something about the texture of the smoothie again. “Raspberry seeds and protein powder, this time,” I say.

There is just a lot that needs to get done today.

Almost laughable.

He says he doesn’t like it, but he’s always smiling as he walks off the field.

Just the four of us and a lot of red meat and a lot of laughter.

Portugal?

I think this is the right thing to do.

I’ll survive.