Ten.Two Thousand & Thirty-Nine
A Thursday that feels like a Friday.
Cacao and silence.
The sun promises to arrive early today, and I am grateful for it.
There is nothing I can say to make things better for her except to try to make her see that she’s not alone in this.
Stay away from the Doritos.
Passionfruit margarita and tacos and salad and a glass of champagne. Some laughter. Some hugs. It’s a beautiful day and he’s playing soul.
They have the same energy.
I knew it.
Aguachile and ceviche and halibut. Verdicchio. Ice cream sunday.
Do they stay, or do they go?
