1. When will I see Greenland? When, when, when?
2. I sit up against the storm door sliding with rain while I eat my lunch. The trees in the neighbors' backyards lashing in the wind, rain spattering through the gap at the bottom of the door. Rain on my toes, inside, here on the floor with my leftover casserole and fork.
3. I wrote a thing last night about how I do things sometimes that make me tired and sad. The feeling still clings to me a little bit. Morning: I think to myself, Let's get up. Change my mind and say, Move the left leg. Then the right leg. Put your feet on the floor.
4. The solid pieces of chocolate in a brownie.