Ten.One Thousand, Two Hundred & Twenty-Two
Hard to believe it is actually the end.
Cold and damp seeping in through my slippers. This coffee cup doesn’t quite fit in the cup holder like I thought it would. Quiet ride this morning.
Short day.
What even is the point?
You can hear the fatigue in our voices.
The strange feeling of space re-entering the schedule. A void to either be filled - hopefully with something meaningful - or left empty and appreciated.
I will never understand.
Tillamook Marionberry Pie.
When you listen with intention, you can stitch together enough of what is and isn’t said to draw a snapshot of the heart and mind.
On a scale of 1-5, how engaged were you today?
