Ten.Two Thousand, One Hundred & Sixty-Nine
- Just a little bit colder. 
- No appetite. 
- Too many bags. 
- I realize that the end of the invasion says, “Vineyard tours.” Oh, I did not wear the right shoes for this. 
- Crows and a hawk. Soil talk. Vistas blanked out by the morning’s fog. 
- No baseball caps; cowboy hats are acceptable. 
- Everyone wants a plan. 
- A perfect pink peony. 
- Numinosity. 
- “To be an adult is not just to have a big body; it’s to know that I’m accountable for what’s spilling into the world through me.” 
