The recipe said room-temperature butter.
The butter said it lives in the fridge and has boundaries.
Daily Smile
All smilesA bell on the Bay Trail meant move right.
I moved right like I had trained for it.
The toll plaza and I made eye contact.
It remembered me.
The transfer was only two flights of stairs.
The stairs had not been informed they were only two.
The ferry was on time.
The wind had notes on my hair.
The Caldecott on a Sunday felt like a rumor.
I drove through before it could correct itself.
The Bay Bridge had an open lane.
It lasted until I believed it.
I left the umbrella at home because the app said sun.
The Bay does not use that app.
We said we’d stay local this weekend.
Local turned out to be a 40-minute drive.
I could see daylight at the end of the tunnel.
It was another tunnel.