Ten.Two Thousand, One Hundred & Twenty-Eight
So, so tired. Only mildly sore.
Hot tea, slow movement.
Haircut time. I remember to grab the special glasses off the counter.
The clouds are thick and obscuring the sun, but just as we make the curve to head down the mountain, the clouds break. Glassed on. We stare at the ring of fire for a few minutes.
Awe.
I think they won.
Leftover love.
Rewatching with no sound.
I see a clip of her story. Looks like they will make the best of it and rest in Italy.
Quiet.
