Ten.One Thousand, Two Hundred & Fourteen
Forty-five minutes later.
Big gray sweater. No. Cream sweater. No. Sweater dress. I might regret this thick black sweater.
Look at this sunrise.
Still all out of sorts.
“You can change your priorities whenever you want to.”
I stand in the kitchen and stuff two eggs into my mouth and a handful of strawberries. “I just need a minute,” I say with a smile. Just a minute.
Sun. So much sun. So much happiness. Ready for real spring.
At the end of the day, it’s done. We got what we needed. On to the next.
Magnets!
Just do the right thing.
