Ten.Two Thousand & Fifty-Eight
3:00 a.m.
6:00 a.m.
61 degrees downstairs. I make the coffee and the bacon and some cinnamon rolls from a can. Everyone is still asleep. The sun is just starting to creep above the horizon.
We realize that it’s been two years since we last talked. It feels like a lifetime ago. I think of how my favorite part of going to Squam was spending the night at her house and catching up in real life over coffee and tea.
Game 2.
The wind blows so strongly that there is no amount of sun that will get me warm. We huddle under the blanket while we watch the game.
Haribo cherries.
3-0. 3-3. 4-3. Win. Do it again tomorrow.
He’s convinced that the key lime pie is not a key lime pie.
Fireworks are always after my bedtime.