Ten.Two Thousand, Four Hundred & Nineteen
I debate whether or not I should get out of bed. I let my knees decide for me. It’s okay to rest. I’ll find another day to work out.
Underdressed? Overdressed?
Thank goodness the sun is out.
Everything is temporary.
I keep looking at my watch and realize that maybe I am thinking about those circles too much.
Flavor and texture.
Just one thing. Just one thing? Maybe that really is the way. But every fiber in my being resists this idea.
It’s been a long time since I’ve walked the trail. The unevenness of it feels foreign beneath my feet. The two big white dogs are barking at me as I make my way back. Spotting blackberry vines and mustard and tall grasses—the sheep should be coming soon.
But, really, we’re running out of time.
Is this about him, or is it about me and what I think his behaviors reflect about me?
