Ten.Two Thousand, Two Hundred & Eight
More logs. More fire. Dark start to the morning.
Weak coffee. Hungry stomach.
Oat Hill. An overcast sky. Muddy rocks and the sound of water dripping out of the mountain side. The views.
She tells me to be patient. To wait for the one I want.
He uses the word grief. He is right. This week, I felt like I’ve lost all of my connections…all of the people who make everything here so much more bearable.
I pour some chili into a cappuccino mug. Where are all the bowls?
We talk about crunchy grapes. She gives me a hard time about eating the snacks. I tell her about my 8 mile hike. I need the snacks.
I needed to cry.
Finally. The “yes” I’ve been waiting for.
You can’t do it all alone.
“There is no easy button.”
“Sometimes, you’re the dog. Sometimes, you’re the hydrant.”
