Ten.Two Thousand & Three
I ask myself what I need today. Patience and positivity, I say to myself.
I am writing this sentence and the matrix wants to tell me that I can now have AI assist me with writing this list.
Bright sun.
I bring my collection of feathers down to my desk in front of the window.
I tell him that he has so much more life left, so many more opportunities to ride shotgun. As soon as I finish the sentence, I realize that that’s not true. Nothing is guaranteed.
He tells me he left a gift for me on my desk. On my desk, inside the bag are freshly laid eggs from his hens. I don’t know if there is a gift I can ever give him that will represent what this relationship has meant to me.
They keep talking. 49 days.
Seated at the table, underneath the cover of trees, I unwrap the foil and squeeze lime juice over my tacos. I am downloading the meeting when in the distance, I see a person practicing tai chi in an open field. I want to be more like him.
More truth.
Everything is possible.