Ten.Two Thousand & Seventy-Seven
I am awake but keep my eyes closed. It is still early. I’m not sure I want to be up just yet.
Half a cup too many.
Tupelo Honey. Decaf, cranberry juice, water, scramble.
It was worth the walk. I could watch it forever.
I ask him about the Trail of Tears signs. Next time I return, I will find it.
I think I’ve hit my limit. I sit on the floor and balance and stretch, listen to them talk.
A half-dozen PEI oysters and shrimp cocktail. I want a glass of muscadet, but they only have albariño. A slice of key lime pie to take home.
I walk barefoot to the deck. The heat of the ground and the weight of the air feel good against my skin. I want to go home, but I don’t want to go home.
The final evening.
Hot water. I think about how grateful and lucky I am to have such a wonderful family that makes me laugh, that I will genuinely miss when I return home.
