Take me back to the beach.

A more energetic flow for today’s yoga session.

The way the sunlight illuminates different parts of her: her hands, a portion of her face, a sliver of the arms. Perfectly golden.

I turn too sharply and bump the side of the fridge. I watch the ceramic mug crack into several pieces, coffee all over the refrigerator door.

Pomodoro technique. “I am a fast writer,” I say to myself before I begin.

More emails.

Today’s call is long even though I don’t have much to share.

Still daydreaming about yesterday’s naps on the beach. Yes, more of this, please.

Doing more by doing less. That is the goal.

Tomorrow.