August 16, 2023, Wednesday—
I wake up after the nightshift, eyelids sheltered by blackout curtains. Then, off to brew coffee, and get sunlight on my face to get the old circadian rhythm drumming.
I go outside and Rachel had already done yard work for hours. She beamed, cheeks pink from work, curly hair radiating from her bun like the wild grapevines on our RGE and Spectrum lines.
She was exuberant—royal blue, green and gold in the 10 am sun, over the branches stacked in our driveway—like a goddess tending Earth.
Photo: Trying to doodle on my breaks every night, 2 nights for 2