…at 11 pm.

Nothing seems hopeful
and nothing is going well,
But it could be worse.

The solar lights I put up above the hammock are working, and all the wisteria I cut down this spring has grown back. It feels like fall: I need a blanket out here, and some neighbor was grilling, so the air smells like leaves and smoke. Trying to think of a good reason not to sleep in the hammock tonight…