a hot summer's day
in a not so distant past
July 22nd - 12:19am
I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My long blond hair. I think of the hours after I get out of the shower, when my hair air drys into unruly waves.
It’s mid-summer. July 2022. The day I found out about C’s cancer progressing, and it wouldn’t be long until we lost her. I broke down in the gravel parking lot. Unsure of how you would react to my sudden grief. You held me in your arms. I felt safe.