There is a certain charm to living alone and imagining what it would be like to share a life.
If you even could.
Yesterday morning I said, "I want him to have friends with real people."
Then I laughed, "I just said real people."
(as if everyone is not real)
Today I am grateful to be able to give away some music, to make plans for cool evenings and warm baths. For this morning, how the sky goes from black to pale blue and if given the chance it feels like the promise of something.