Ten.Two Thousand, Four Hundred & Fifty-Two
Just the right amount of chill in the air.
Tea and mat. Trying not to stare at the cobwebs on the chandelier.
There is still morning dew on the tall grasses and low bushes along the trail. The sky is bright blue. From here, I can still see the fog lifting down valley.
Hammock time.
Finally, a nice warm night for a baseball game.
I listen to him talk about regenerative agriculture, polyculture, and books, and I think about how much he has to look forward to.
I understand it now.
Smells like hair.
Chicken tinga.
Tomorrow. Back to regular Mondays.
