The darkness.

Sweaterdress. Spring is almost here.

An avocado before the first sip of coffee.

The way the wind is blowing through the trees makes me think of fire.

I see the feather and think about stopping to collect it, but I change my mind. And then there is another. And another. Am I on the right path?

I ask him about the rattlesnakes. He hesitates.

“If you don’t believe in yourself, how will somebody else believe in you?”

Week 1 - done.

Sun. More and more questions float in on the winds. Noticing that I am not fully present. Timelines and deadlines are stacked on one another. Something will suffer.

Logistics.