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.”