#103
I sit in a cashmere sweater. The soft threads against my arm. I made whiskey sours, maybe more than necessary. The dog is asleep next to me on the soft blanket that he loves. It’s been a long day of walking, of hiking.
Later, I’ll put on a film that I’ll not finish, falling asleep in front of the fire, the whiskey, heat, putting me to sleep in an early winter slumber.