this morning #1217.

this morning, most of the words coming out of his mouth were soured with doubt. i could tell. his heart wasn’t in it. he wasn’t 100%. before he’d even had a chance to finish floundering around in explanation, i cut him off. told him to calm down. save his breath. sit down for now. he tried to continue. i offered him a tea & a biscuit. he paused. nodded. took off his coat & took a seat. sat silent. as i put a fresh kettle on the stove, i felt his heavy breathing wetting the air behind me. we’ve been here a couple times before. more questions than answers. a situation demanding that i help shift that balance lest he lose faith in the whole damn human experiment. we’d start with a cup of chamomile.