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.