Lines. So many — the outside frame, the window panes, the stairs and handrails inside, the stacks of flat stones on the side of the building in the back, the yellow paint marking the bike path behind, the flat empty sidewalk running along its edge, the reflection of the trees on the glass, the curve of the bushes below. Sometimes it’s just too much at once. #augustbreak2014

Morning for us starts before the sun comes up. After everyone has gone to the bathroom and the dogs eat breakfast, the first thing is coffee. I only drink half a cup, just enough. I have three tiny cups my mother-in-law gave us and in them, half a cup looks like a full one. While I drink it, I write my morning pages under the sun of my Happy Light.