. There is a glow of orange on the other side of the blinds. I jump out of bed with camera in hand. There is no time for clothes.
. Lebowski, you are all kinds of beautiful.
. We talk about DFW and why he was so prolific. I grew up on Margaret Atwood and Leonard Cohen, Canadian lit. The English professor gives me reading homework and returns to grading papers.
. Best damn migas. Thank you, J. You should have let me wash those dishes.
. What is happening to us?
. Facetimes from I-75, somewhere around Dry Ridge.
. We could all use a little more chill.
. I tell her about the time I went to the music festival alone and how he called out my poor dancing. I buy a ticket to see him again and dig out that old white dress. #sweaty
. Follow me into the dark.
. Aromas of bay leaf, rosemary, and coriander.
. Miracles are too damn hard to find.