DAY 66 - WEDNESDAY, MAY 21

DAY 67 - THURSDAY, MAY 20

DAY 65 - TUESDAY, MAY 19

deep silence, stand off -

only if we surrender.

quarantine victims?

DAY 64 - MONDAY, MAY 18

deep silence, stand off -

only if we surrender.

quarantine victims?

DAY 63, SUNDAY, MAY 17

Wisteria creeps, 

blooms, invades, chokes, waving long

tendrils that I cut. 

DAY 62 - SATURDAY, MAY 16

Ending strategy -
Thoughts keep circling back to it,
Lease ends, September.

DAY 61 - FRIDAY, MAY 15

B and I set up

tiny tent, perfect playroom.

cocooned in softness.

DAY 60 - THURSDAY, MAY 14

Sculpture park bike ride:

the four of us cycling as

one family - sweet.

DAY 59 - WEDNESDAY, MAY 13

Another morning 

meeting, minutes slipping by -

Family bike ride!

DAY 58 - TUESDAY, MAY 12

Seven hills pick-up, 

post office, bank, trail run -

Discovery Park. 

DAY 57 - MONDAY, MAY 11

Peonies, roses, 

lilies and tulips - painted

rock, eggs, mandalas.

Jaylene's smile bright, 

belly round, the open door -

soon there will be three.

DAY 56 - SUNDAY, MAY 10

Indecision - late

morning turning afternoon

finally leaving -

Mountain Loop transformed -

festival camping, cars, trash, 

but the gate still closed.

Snow-free all the way

to Barlow Pass! Big Four, Ice

Caves, Monte Cristo.

DAY 55 - SATURDAY, MAY 9

Summer planning please -
my desire to explore
unknown Washington.

Aeneas Valley,
Loomis, Oroville,
dotted lines on map.

DAY 54 - FRIDAY, MAY 8

Almost, on the tip
of my tongue, words of love said
to close the meeting.

Two coolers - one for
eggs, another post-ride snacks -
eastward, Darrington.

Whitehorse - I could not
shift my gaze from it's presence.
Dreaming of full moon.

DAY 53 - THURSDAY, MAY 7

Bread farm decadence,

terramar IPA: Bow-

Edison delights.

V drove the Tesla -

we talked parenting, future

life, the airstream gift.

DAY 52

I still see the dirt,
fingernails reminding
me of softness, depth.

B and I - pinecone
collectors, we are, filling
wheelbarrow, together.

DAY 51

permission granted
to cruise the middle fork of
Snoqualmie River!

DAY 50

couples counseling
was supposed to be for just
one issue. real fear.

DAY 49

Sleeping eludes me
now, stomach pains a constant
reminder of loss.

However, I rose
from the couch, showered and dressed,
packed up and drove off.

First I talked to C,
newly inspired - her art
fills, expands, her heart.

Next, I talked to R,
wise, wild, insightful - rain
our background music.

A called just as I
arrived. Her voicemail stored -
road trip plans, searching.

New route: suddenly
gravel, dead end, wrong mapping!
Back on Highway 10.

This is my purpose -
cycling fills the hours with
acute bliss, strength, peace.

DAY 48

I am a teacher
but not a parent, unsure
how to navigate.

DAY 47

"rescuer, victim
and perpetrator," he said.
existential guilt.