everything is normal again. sigh.
and i’m hanging for this weekend. the smell of the ocean, the spring breeze from the south. my sister. my man. and a happy celebration. what more could i want?
this last week, it was a test for us both. loving, listening, appreciating more. so much to lose.
this breakfast is too fucking crunchy.
everything has changed.
i guess everything's ok.
between my pot of green tea and my study.