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.