They’re all miles and miles away, thousands of miles. 

Driving through the woods reminds me of you.  Tall trees, so tall, so high, pointing up, reaching for God, reaching for heaven.

I ate my ice cream in the car ride home.

The clouds looked perfect, like a bad drawing of clouds.

I had no idea that I transgress plains that way.

It was nice to see him so, up.

B and her earrings.  It made me happy that she would put those on, an accessory, silver, dangly things that zig-zagged down her neck.

Another working title was, “The Vulnerability.”