Ten.Two Thousand, Three Hundred & Ninety-Nine
Deep stretch.
Pouring cold decaf down the drain.
The four of us at the table for a real conversation. Will it finally click? I keep telling them that they’re running out of t
Coffee with a friend on a sunny Sunday afternoon.
She asks me if I’m doing anything for Superbowl. No. Absolutely not. I have so much film to watch and a whole week to prepare for and what I really want is another day.
Buying ice cream that I will never eat.
Feet by the fire.
“Let go or be dragged.”
Too little time for dreaming.
Patterns.
