Ten.Two Thousand, Three Hundred & Eighty-Six
So cold, but also so sunny.
The way the sunlight falls onto everything. And the way, from this view up here, it looks like a dream—a painting you’ve been dropped into.
How to get from here to there.
There is still this undercurrent of instability.
They called it a rout.
Sometimes, this extra day between games is a good thing. We could all use a light day.
Shoe towers and memories.
I don’t remember what this deck of cards means.
Salmon and spinach and risotto with a beurre rouge. How could he not want to eat this?
We won’t repeat the same mistakes.