The empty chair is the passenger seat of his car;. I am fifteen years old. They always tell young women not to walk home alone at night,. So I accept the ride I already know will take me anywhere but home. When it is over, he asks for a kiss as a token of his generosity. That awaits us when we disembark.

How to live quietly in a noisy world. And only say it if it is important. Look everyone straight in the eye. Two humans looking at each other is a powerful interaction. Wear a hat if the sun is too much. Especially not with status updates, tweets or Insta.

I am addicted to coffee and to memories. Coffee makes me high and giddy and memories make me calm and reverent. And before a blazing sunset saturating the sky in deep infinite orange, my memories come on. It must be the coffee.