Did not expect the gray sky.

What is right and necessary?

The joy of realizing it’s wint-o-green and not peppermint.

Off and I can feel it. I’ll come around.

You can be glad that it’s over and sad that it happened.

It’s the uncertainty of it all.

I sit back in the chair and watch the ripples in the fountain. The music is loud. People playing corn hole. People playing soccer. Tug-o-War. Just enough cloud cover to diffuse the sun. A breeze.

But all I can see are the highlighted squares in that Figma spreadsheet.

Four is always the minimum and that makes four.

No words. No words. No words.