Ten.Two Thousand, Two Hundred & Twenty-Two
Grateful for an extra day and plenty of time to ease into it.
I try to remind myself that this is normal. I don’t have to like it, but it is normal.
Pages and pages.
I think we’re both tracking our hike on our watches.
Turns out I’ve been trying to cross at the wrong junction this entire time.
He shows me a patch of blackberry to keep my eye on. I pop one into my mouth, but it is still too tart.
What was I thinking - going out to lunch on a Saturday afternoon during peak season?
Receptive, maybe?
“…to stretch out my hands and feel no walls…”
If this idea works, then I think it will really change my life.
