Nothing Was Wrong Today. And That Felt Suspicious.

It was 16 degrees. I made soup. Nothing was urgent. And that's when I realized how exhausted everyone else is. A letter about permission, freedom, and tired people with good lighting.

It Was That Kind of Cold Today

Hey friend,

Do you remember when we were kids and it got so cold your nose hurt the second you stepped outside?

Not dramatic cold. Just that sharp, honest cold where you pull your coat tighter and think, yeah… this is real.

It was that kind of cold today.

The kind where soup isn’t a plan, it’s just what you do.

So I borrowed a …