I’m drinking 7-up and listening to Bon Iver.
I never drink 7-up. So this is weird.
It feels like a surreal day. Like nothing that is happening is actually happening. Like I’m in a movie, but I’m watching the movie at the same time. I’m in a haze. Nathan gets on a plane to come home tomorrow morning. I still feel like it isn’t real. Our meeting will commence with the digging of a grave. I told him all I wanted to do after that was sit underneath a tree and talk, and then maybe that will turn into my long awaited star gazing with my love. Then I want to make little yarrow bouquets for the funeral on sunday.
Right now all I can think about is picking yarrow.