Ten.Two Thousand, Three Hundred & Sixty-Nine
If I don’t do it, I will think about it for the rest of the day.
The best part of morning practices is being there before everyone else, drinking decaf, and blasting Incubus and Smashing Pumpkins.
Almost eight.
The older I get, the more car-sick I get. I remember that I must do this drive in just a few short weeks.
The part of the drive on Highway 1 where you finally see the ocean crashing against the shore and the craggy thumbs thrusting from beneath the surface of the dark waters.
“You used to do the girl’s program at St. Helena, right?” “I still do,” I say with a smile.
I look in the back seat and don’t see my bag. I see everything else but my bag. I take a step inside the motel room and then step right back out and sit in the car. And I had just said that the room number was lucky. I just need to get to the water.
She says that she’s surprised that I was able to find underwear, that it’s always the first thing to go on the wall.
Who are the people rating this at 4.5 stars?
Can feel it. But there are no words for it yet. I won’t rush its formation. All things in due time.
