This is the color of our skies lately. Clear blue, white clouds, sunshine. Our neighbors are out on their decks, talking quietly, enjoying each others company and fresh air. Nick and I took a post-work walk, iced Americano in hand, browsing stores and taking delight in our free time and life around us.
We picked up a sippy cup with French drawings and descriptions on it, carrying it around with us. A worker asked, "Are you missing a child that goes with that cup?" I said, "We are . . . in a Universal sense, not an actual child." I picked up a refill of the Chinese herbs that are meant to ensure ovulation. My body likes to skip that part.