Ten.Two Thousand, Two Hundred & Seventy-Two
Thursday.
Thick skies. Cool. But it will be hot again.
67 days. So many decisions to be made.
Every day, I park in front of these vines and take a picture of the grapes.
Chicken Ceasar salad and white chocolate macadamia nut cookie.
Something in the air. Messages flying all around about who misses whom.
It’s not symmetrical. That’s the problem.
Cool breezes and frog song.
Too tired to make decisions. Too many decisions to make to be tired.
Thre’s enough time.
