Ten.Two Thousand & Ten
Morning light. Thank goodness for this morning light.
How can I dress for two completely different needs at once?
He reminds me to have one free hand for the stairs.
Planned power outage on the day of the breakfast. Of course. Because this is just how it is going.
Things I can’t control.
Cool breeze on the mountaintop. Salad and chicken and beans. Wine in the dappled light. Of course, there are these moments that make you forget about everything else, and you have to be grateful for that.
Snap back to attention.
I can’t stop sweating.
He asks me how I’m doing. I let out a sigh and sink a bit. He mimics me. “What do you mean by this?” This is not the place or time or person to explain all that is contained within a sigh.
Even if I’m not credited in the magazine, at least I know I did it. I know I can do it again.
