Ten.One Thousand, Two Hundred & Forty-Five
Openness.
Hair day which means hours of old episodes of Project Runway.
A short break in the rain. A little bit of sun poking through.
I come up for air to a handful of texts that make me smile.
They send a short video of an alligator in the water that backs up to their lanai. We all say some form of “No, thanks. I’m never coming.”
Making a list of needs.
The soft gray light and the way it falls across the rooms in this house.
They got haircuts, but you can’t really tell because no one is getting anything cut off the top. Maybe it’s time to just give in.
I wonder what it’s like to be the kind of person who really only has one thought at a time or is able to think only about the very thing in front of them. I am always trying to solve multiple problems, all day, every day, often at the same time.
I label it “Vitality.”
