The kitchen window...

I could hear him first. I smiled when I reached the kitchen window and saw him in the backyard juggling. Varsity soccer tryouts start this Thursday and he's been training morning, day and night, relentlessly.  It would embarrass him to hear me say it, so I'll write it here instead.

You inspire me kiddo.

So lately I've been walking every day. I've been taking strides to look after myself. I want to be alongside (on his team), cheering him on for as long as I'm able.  I'm a huge fan and being there on the sidelines fills me up like nothing else. 

I remember what it felt like to look out and see Mom and Dad.  They didn't need to say or do anything.  Their presence alone was fuel.

Home...

July 28, 2025 - 7:38AM...

Home. Back in the work saddle. Two laptops sitting on the table in front of me. First cup of coffee within reach. Reality didn't knock, it barged right back in. At this stage of the game, I expected it. The door was actually left ajar. The sound of the sea is no more. Window air conditioning units are humming, as is the kitchen refrigerator...sending a light vibration across the floor. My crew is sleeping. Pups too. My mind feels partially engaged with all of it. Indifferent. Adrift. Lost without the tides outside our window. A sea of a completely different variety washing over me. I miss Maine.