Ten.Two Thousand & Seven
Morning light slipping through the slats.
I decide no brunch. I don’t want to be out with the crowds. I peopled a lot last week; I just need a break.
I blow the leaves off the deck and bring the cushions down from the garage. It’s that time of year again.
I’m just wasting time watching the trees dance in the wind.
I want this for her as much as she wants it for herself. It’s her “bold move.”
Lemonade and a salad. Nine reasons they love me. Feeling lucky.
Work.
Surf and turf and a bottle of 2011 Beringer Private Reserve Dad brought with him last year.
Somes the truth hurts.
Wanting what’s next.