Ten.Two Thousand, Four Hundred & Fifty
Walking until I see the sunrise. Blue-gray sky with splashes of orange and pink pushing through.
The greenness of everything.
She asks me questions, I give her answers. I ask myself more questions—questions I already know the answer to. “There is no place for me here.” “Really, I just need to commit.” We draft a plan for the next step.
Two of everything.
I forgot to blur the background so she can see the trees and the tall windows.
No time to clean today.
Outsider.
I remember that this field gets cold, but we just got here and I’m already afraid I didn’t bring enough layers. I can feel the cool breeze curling around my bare ankles. I try to talk myself into being warm.
Big white full moon and sepia-toned field lights.
She comes back tomorrow.
