The clock hands keep tick-tick-ticking on, and — as always — I struggle to remain on time.
What will it be like? His questions never cease, and I’m running out of different ways to answer him.
They spend the mornings frolicking around the expansive backyard.
Your handwriting is surprisingly elegant and neat, even though your note is written almost obscenely tinily. Your note’s message, however, is unsurprisingly direct. I take comfort in that.
My ultimate comfort food consists of something extra cheesy and warm and carb-heavy. The cheese is especially important when I’m dealing with a particularly stressful time.
Day 221 of 2016 fell during a particularly crazy time in my professional life.
I like to stand along the waterfront and watch as the waves advance and recede. Sometimes, as I observe the ebb and flow of the San Francisco bay, I suddenly feel overwhelmed by the vastness of the world before me. Standing at the intersection of urban development and nature’s great abyss, I realize how small I am — and that realization frightens me. The growing roar of the crashing waves threatens to deafen me, and the unceasing sea wind chills me to my bones. I shiver as I spy a dark gray monster of a cloud creeping ever closer, smothering the last bits of light as the sun descends toward the horizon. I’m bathed in shadow. … Until, suddenly, a few stray rays of light break through the clouds. And, with the light, the water’s deafening roar fades to a whisper, and the wind’s biting chill feels like a cool sea breeze. Despite the cacophony of nature that surrounds me, I feel at peace. — (photo © Reggie Ballesteros Photography) (Instagram: @reggiebphoto)
I surf the asphalt and concrete waves, the rubber wheels gliding ever so effortlessly over the pavement.
Admittedly, that was a huge reason why we ended up adopting Henri a few months into our marriage: Reggie anticipated that he would be gone many weekends, so Henri would become my companion.
Evening falls, and the only sounds filling the air are the jingle of my dog’s harness and leash and my soles’ thump-thump-thump against the smooth sidewalk.