Thursday.

A few breaths out on the deck, watching a beam of sunlight squeeze between the trees.

A hummingbird just outside the window. Where did she come from? I have nothing here for her here.

I unpack my bag and realize that I left my thermos of coffee at home. Sometimes, you just want your drip, not a Nespresso.

What I like about peak season is being reminded of how lucky we are to live in a place that people want to come to for vacation. So I’ll be a little more patient while waiting at Gott’s. Only a little.

I probably sound confused.

But the snacks.

It’s perfect in the shade. A preview of what’s to come for the next several months.

They just want to be free.

“I trust myself.”