The football game was on (muted though) while the little one slept. L dug holes in the yard then buried his in books. The washing machine shook like a rocket ready for take off long before we heard Howlin’ Wolf sing. I gave him orange slices and he sucked juice from the wedges, pulp and rind behind. We drove to the store for soup and onions. Out in the parking lot, the sky turned blue, powder to Prussian, like Hokusai’s wave.
I’m giving this yearlong project a spin. Undoubtedly, I will fall and pick up again. Knowing this makes it easier. Still, I plan to show up to record a short photo and story of my day. You’re welcome to join me. I’d love it really. We can give each other high fives and geek out with a hashtag (#ayearofus), not because everyone is doing it, but because we’re doing it, together. Showing up every damn day to make this creative habit real.