Ten.Two Thousand, One Hundred & Seventy-Six
Peonies opening.
Short pours of coffee.
South to go north, just to go south again.
We all want it to be easier than it actually is.
It is not until we start to cross the bridge when I remember that I forgot to turn off the oven this morning. “Well, at least I know the house isn’t on fire. The neighbors would have called me by now.”
The house smells of burned sugar. I tell him not to open the oven.
Hot.
I make there just in time to give them hugs and to see their at bats. “You look so much happier.” “I am.
This smell is never going to go away.
All clear.
