Ten.Two Thousand, Two Hundred & Nine
Quiet.
I make sure to get the cobwebs before I lay on my back again in Savasana.
The short walk turns into a longer hike—steps and more steps. On the way back, I pick the most recently liked songs: July, II Most Wanted, Too Sweet, Lose Control. I spot a former colleague in the cart. He tells me he could hear me singing and to keep singing. I walk back home with the water, only a little embarrassed.
These gladiolas.
The last chapter.
Even though I get a little nervous with each fall, he clearly feels so much better. You can tell by how he is playing. He looks happy.
Ok. Maybe it will come together as intended.
I want a nap. I really want a nap. No time.
I just need one more day.
“I think you’re too nice.”
