I guess we’re exactly where we need to be: Collecting debt, patrolling property, pushing produce, hitting publish — somehow still moving; progressing.
We exchange no words, but here, I’ve said more to her with my eyes than I have with anyone else today.
Still, she haunts me, even now as I write this.
A ghost I’m happy to see.
Whatever it is that I don’t want to do, I do.
And I do it so often that I’m not entirely sure that I don’t want to do it.
Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale– breath.