Thursday. No. Wednesday.

Warm morning. Warm light. Warm cup of coffee.

I start to make my way over the bridge and notice the way the sun is coming through the trees. The water is still, though I can hear the murmur of the fountain. This is the enchantment they keep talking about.

And done on time. The heat is coming.

Home for lunch. Tri-tip and Caesar salad and a glass of water. A little bit of decompression.

I’m not supposed to be mad about it.

Sore all over, but it’s worth it.

I tell him that she and I are really the right kind of people for one another.

She is me, but also not me at all and it’s a wild thing to see.

Almost time for him to come home.

Perfect? No? Better than ever? Yes. I can see the light.