09:40

Kids playing, easy morning.  Coffee, Nurse and work and missing her and still stunned by how amazing this life is.  Not overthinking it.  In fact, like I wrote so many times last week – NO.THINKING.

Coffee Zen Love, taking new shape, and showing me where to place attention.  Focus, frame, passion in the stage.

Paris memories and pictures…. Again, so fast.  The tower, its lights, telling myself I was there.  I was really there.

Writing my wife a note, and a new book starts.  All for her, for us, this Story that together we write.  I can still hear her speaking her vows at the alter, there at Park Winters.

I see her smile next to me, at the table.  I see our family and friends, out there at the tables.  Taking time away from time, and giving it back to the Story.

Here, on this page.

Listening to my kids bicker playing the game they’re playing, makes me laugh and I try to keep it in but can’t and who fucking cares.  I envy their energy, mimic it as best I can…. LOVE.

New book—