No. I must go today.

I wore my slippers instead of shoes, so he grabs me the croque monsieur biscuit and a green juice.

I need to explore this more. There is something there.

Maybe this is one of the reasons I need to stay.

We bring some of the flowers back to the office. The color of the roses speaks to me.

She is not wrong.

La Calenda. Margaritas, fish tacos, chips and salsa and guacamole, ceviche. Phoebe’s eyes. Truth and honesty.

The valley at golden hour. The way everything glows. The way the leaves on the vines tremble in the breeze. People on bikes who look like they can’t ride a bike.

Team dinner at Gott’s as we roll into All-Star weekend. Wine and tacos and cupcakes on the table. Electrified kids.

Grateful for my people.