Ten.Two Thousand, Three Hundred & Ninety-Five
Sunlight and gratitudes.
The second day in a row I’m doing this solo, but it’s not the worst thing. It’s just different. Like old times?
Be thankful for what it is instead of what it isn’t.
I said, I wanna touch the earth /
I wanna break it in my hands /
I wanna grow something wild and unruly …
Camarones al mojo de ajo. I know I need something filling because I won’t be able to eat after the game.
I miss seeing him more regularly. I miss his insight and wisdom on those rougher post-game days.
Dirty chai.
I’ve never had a ref yell at me before. But I also have never yelled at a ref before. But also, they deserved it.
No pressure, she says.
But the most important thing is that they found their edge.
