Ten.Two Thousand, Three Hundred & Seventy
Room darkening curtains for the win.
Soft water.
One glass of orange juice, one cup of decaf, and half a Belgian waffle with powdered sugar, butter, and syrup. Still cold. Still damp.
I purchased an overpriced computer charger and another cup of coffee to go.
What I want is the beach, but it is raining, so I will have to wait.
It’s warmer in the gym and less humid than the day before. We pick our seats for the day. I watch the games and work until the battery dies, decide there is no need to continue.
If I could go back, would I? I would only do so because I miss the people.
In just 36 hours, I’ve learned new things about myself and remembered old things about myself, and this is why it’s important to get out of the places that are so comfortable for you. Growth and insight happen at the edges.
Black sky. The sliver of light from the waxing moon. Faces illuminated by the flames. The sound of the water crashing onto the shore.
I tell him that I think, sometimes, because I seem to be comfortable navigating spaces and conversations, that people forget that I am still Black.
