I have decided that I completely missed yesterday. And the day before that. And maybe even the day before that. I didn't look out the window or stand on the porch or even look up from my keyboard. I remember I did make a couple dozen lattes. and pee. and brush my teeth. But other than the days all blended. But you know what? I think even when I am not writing I still miss days. I am too busy looking at "what was" and "what could have been" and lots and lots of "shoulds". The gaze has become bigger and louder and wears a disguise.
I did find a guy who knows how to do it. I mean he knows how to be in today.
With hot sauce, mashed potatoes, bed sheets and bell peppers he just lets things happen the way they are supposed to.
If I could spend a day with anyone I think it would be him....