Ten.Two Thousand, Three Hundred & Sixty-Three
A patch of blue sky through the fog.
Not sure what all of this is for.
I read the text messages and start to think. What do I do now? She says I’m handling it with grace.
In and out of the fog. Winding through the hills.
He says he walked to the In ‘n’ Out to get lunch. That he loved the time alone. It gave him time to clear his head. Best burger he’s had. Order number 7. Fresh fries. That’s my kid.
Once I figure out where I am, I ask to see him, but he’s in a patient-only space, so I go back to the lobby, where someone is playing piano, and try to work while I wait.
Now, to get all the way back home.
So close. So close.
Keep building the connections.
To ice cream or not to ice cream, that is the question.
Losing will never not be hard.
