Ten.Two Thousand, One Hundred & Twenty
Not ready yet.
Someone is already making coffee. I cut up the strawberries and fill my bowl with fruit. I stare out at the gray misty skies and wonder if we will be blessed by sunshine again.
Feelings that I can’t describe.
I try to make the words come, but they don’t. It’s okay. The words coming from their mouths are more important anyway.
A love/hate relationship with Highway 1.
I keep taking pictures even though I know there is no way I will be able to capture what my eye sees: the color of the water, the way the fog hugs the bluffs, the pelicans, the seaweed churning.
A warm ham and cheese sandwich, greens, tomato soup - the best meal of the weekend.
We keep walking.
He says it will only take 10 minutes. I do not believe him.
She lights candles and brings them to the table. We eat our chips and salsa and tacos, drink our Joel Gott Sauvignon Blanc by candlelight.
I just want to be soft.