Ten.Two Thousand & Fifty-Six
Sunday.
Grateful for the slowness of time.
The only one awake. A bowl full of cherries. The sunlight filters through the trees. I wonder if they are starting to like it here as much as I do.
I think of how I can change it moving forward.
This is enough for now.
Loveski and future planning.
I wander the aisles. I am forgetting things, I know it. But it’s been so long since I did the grocery shopping.
It’s about the expression.
They make my birthday dinner: champagne, grilled rib eye with a salsa verde, smashed potatoes with fried onions, 2019 Quintessa.
There is so much for which I am excited.
