Woke before the alarm again. The light through the kitchen window has gotten so specific lately — that pale, almost-silver early April light. Made coffee in the chipped blue mug. Stood at the counter and listened to the radiator hiss.
I keep thinking about what [Person A] said on the phone. She has a way of asking a question that's also a verdict. I didn't push back. I never push back.
Maybe that's the practice this season. Just noticing.