Just sitting on the couch with Emma, listening to the neighbor’s chimes on their porch. Rain called for but who knows if it’ll actually arrive. I don’t care either way, I’m here with her and I stare at this celebrity and envy the depth of her rest. Why can’t I do that? Her little sounds, audible intoxicant. I’ll never get this moment again–
And she cried, ending my session. My writing life will bring shorter pieces, for the majority of my motions, from here out.