Could use one more.

Second-to-last Tuesday before the end of the school year.

The time passes anyway.

Feeling the effects of no coffee for the past two days.

This is what happens when things are created in a vacuum.

Something to block out the noise.

The gift of self-inquiry and reflection; the gift of the desire to see your whole self with all of its beauty and imperfections.

Habit tracking.

Hot sun against my arms. They are shaking the cowbell in my ear. All of the screaming. I tell him that this was too soon after Bottle Rock. I needed a silent-film version of this game.

A handful of Oreos while watching them play. I feel a pang of envy for their joyful display. Take me back to those moments.

Create them for me.