this morning #994.

this morning, i spread a blanket out on the grass & poured myself a mug of wine. took out my book. broke off some bread. fed a few birds in the immediate area. read an entire chapter. it felt like forever before she finally showed up. by that point, i had a little bit of a buzz. i jumped up. we hugged. she sighed & apologized. her commute here was an ABSOLUTE SHITSHOW. i poured her a mug of wine & refreshed mine as she shared the saga. teenagers. delayed trains. some sharp garbage smell. i let her tell me all of it, let her get it all out all at once. if i didn’t, it’d linger over the entire proceedings. we have much more important things to gush about today.