It is the afternoon. I have a bike, and I rocket through the sunshine. Other days are muddy, foggy, weird and white, this day is electricity and my red sweater. I am out of school early, I am home to work and make things and do a good job. I am drinking less coffee but before I push through until dinnertime and loved ones and bearded hand holds and maybe “The X-Files” I will have some green tea, out of my cat mug, not to be confused with Jake’s cat mug. I am loved, there will be kisses, there will be snacks.
One time in California Jake saw me trotting out in the rocky icy water with my shoes off in the wind and I was laughing because I was touching all the anemones with my feet and Jake said that’s how he knew I was going to be okay.