There are times where you must document things that have happened. Whether important or not, they remind you that time is moving, and that is a small victory on its way to becoming a bigger one.
Tea and cards on the balcony. Hot cinnamon tea that becomes magically sweet over time. Trying to walk two miles every day. Failing often, but Glasgow's response to "do you want to go for a walk?" keeps us getting out the door.
"Modern Bowl Cut."
This lived-in spot.
Yosemite National Park. What John calls a "generative" experience. Slept under a pie of wool and fleece listening to rain and drunk Australian's that desperately wanted us to join their party. Drove through the park listening to the Vince Guaraldi Trio. John cried at the Hamilton soundtrack. I cried at a bunch of things. (All good, I swear)