is everybody feeling as much as I am?

give somebody a compliment and words of encouragement this week!

She feels the absence of his touch, now that he’s away. The hand on her arm is a phantom of the past. A sense memory. She wonders, can he feel her too?

I drank a passion fruit kombucha in the sunny backyard today. Sprawled out on a picnic blanket and pillows. I didn’t mean to finish reading A Pale View of Hills, but I did in three hours. The kombucha is bright orange and tastes like a yeasty beer on vacation.