Ten.Two Thousand, Four Hundred & Fifty-One
She comes back today.
I take my coffee outside, feel the cool morning air. All the colors are bright.
Typing out quiz answers while we drive to the airport.
I see an old four-square tucked behind large oaks, far off in the distance. A few cows dot the hills. I wonder what family homesteaded this part of the valley, and at what point that family saw the highway cut through their sprawling ranch.
“Allez,” she says to her small children as they exit the elevator. I wonder how five people fit all of their clothes into that one suitcase—though I’ve done it before.
Sweating while stuffing the cushions back into their cases.
Yeah, that’s never happening.
So much sun.
Maybe this could become my new napping space.
Back together again.
