Ten.Two Thousand, One Hundred & Nineteen
Early to rise.
I am awake. I am here. I am so glad I am here with them.
Trying to find the ocean through the clouds.
I make a list of all the things I think I used to be that I want to be again.
The playlist is upbeat but also relaxing. I keep my eyes open, stare up at the ceiling, stare out at the ocean.
Oysters.
The sun. I tell them that yesterday, on my drive up, I decided to manifest some sunshine. There will be sun on this trip. And here it is.
Bathrooms with no sinks. Hot sand. Hot sun. The sounds and smells of the ocean. I don’t think this will ever get old.
I am tired, but I am thinking about how much I will miss this.
I start to close the window, and something jumps through the cracks right as I begin to close it. A small tree frog. I call to her for help, get a glass to try and trap him. He is fast. I cannot sleep if we do not find him.
Can I stop time?
