Morning Negotiations
Held a board meeting with my heart, muscles, lungs, joints, and legs. I demanded an hour-long walk, but my brain insisted on an all-you-can-eat snack buffet in return. Deal done before WiFi even realized it had been left behind.
Who needs exercise when the brain is just here for the snacks?
Ice cream thoughts: Just here for the ice cream, not the adulting.
The sun is melting like
expensive butter, the sea’s vibing like it’s the weekend, and for once, humans
aren't glued to their screens.
Dogs swagger, kids squeal, and joggers pretend their knees don’t hurt. Some
walk alone like main characters, others wander solo, trying to remember where
they left their phone, some wander like poets lost in thought, and some walk
shirtless, flexing so hard even the Roman gods take notes.
Some cycle like they’re escaping a Zoom meeting that never ends, others sit in
the sand, slowly becoming one with their snacks, and others lie down, avoiding
drama like it’s a family reunion. Then, of course, there are those clutching
their partners like they’re the last two people alive in a rom-com.
I’m over here trying to write a mystery, but apparently my giggles are the plot
twist.
7:00 PM, when the evening dropped the script and wrote its own plot twist.
As the BBQ sizzles and the air dances
with smoky flavor, two guys are serenading the air with a love song, all while
chugging beer. I hummed along, softly, to keep my liver from becoming their
next victim. 🍺🎶😂
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