In the morning, I saw the moon. I almost cried as I pulled out of the driveway. No camera, just eyes. The quiet, the dark, the morning, all a familiar pang.

In the evening, I took up my regular post along the fence line and it felt the same — for thirty seconds…and then the ground dropped away and something inside went with it. It felt foreign and tainted.

In the night, I rolled the windows down. My hair whipped past my hat, little slashes in my vision. I tried hard to push it aside. But I wrapped too much up into this whole damn thing. And now I’m left with this damn double vision.

song: difficult by gracie abrams