. Never, ever, has greeting the day been easy.
. The spot on her ear has gotten worse. Is she scratching it? She doesn’t like it when I try to rub polysporin on it and pushes me away with her paw.
. She shows up covered in gold butterflies. The same butterflies that carried her to Texas. I wonder if she knows that they are my favorite thing, or if it is coincidence. We have a way of tuning in to each other. And I am dressed in flowers and sunshine. Together we are a wildness of flora and fauna, a meadow swaying in the dying days of summer.
. Cappuccino for her, cafe au lait for me.
. I consider all the different languages we speak in friendship. Every connection has it’s own expression of adoration and I am thankful for the diversity.
. Rigatoni, heavy cream, spicy sauasage, mustard, basil, wine. Another language of friendship.
. We discuss what it means to be content. I worry if I am doing enough living in this life.
. Ozark, season 2, episode 2.