Ten.One Thousand, Two Hundred & Thirty-Eight
Saturday.
Water and granola and applesauce.
Not enough time to run an errand but also too much time to sit and do nothing. I practice doing nothing.
One tiny cup.
It is warmer than I thought it would be, but the heat and the sun feel good.
The way the sunlight drapes over the statue of an angel in prayer.
I order the vegetarian burger with no aioli and no cheese. 2021 Tres Sabores Zinfandel. She offers a few slices of vegan sourdough. Salad.
Why am I feeling the way I am feeling?
I should have laid out in the sun on the front deck.
Open.
