Ten.Two Thousand, Three Hundred & Forty-Five
Slow it down.
Sunrise meditation. Trying to ignore the sound of the coffee grinder.
Gratitudes for a day that feels like Friday when it’s only Wednesday.
Look at the extra time as if it is a gift.
We both agree that we miss the people the most.
Eat every bite.
Feet and fire and sparkling water. Thinking about the free time I’ll soon enjoy.
Relief.
He asks me what I want the kids to do tomorrow because soon, no one will be here anymore. That I’ll finally get to have my tiny tree.
Dream with your eyes open.
