Ten.Two Thousand, Four Hundred & Thirty-Seven
Heading toward the city in the dark.
He tells us they will not give a companion pass for us to escort her through security. She seems a bit shocked at first, but says she’ll be just fine. I explain that it’s her first time alone. Still, no. A quick verbal list of instructions as she gets in line.
Sunrise over the bay waters as we travel back to the valley.
There’s this moment when the landscape shifts, just after you pass Don Giovanni and Ashes & Diamonds, where you feel you’re about to enter another realm. That’s the magic of the upper valley.
Avocado, olive oil. a sprinkle of sea salt.
Morning pages in the chair overlooking trees, tips golden from the morning sun.
I’d rather not guess.
These refs clearly don’t want to be in this gym.
He shows me the fish he caught—one very small, one rather large. He’s clearly very proud of himself.
I hear his coach call his name. He runs in from the outfield to take the mound. “Oh, boy,” we say in unison.
