Almost every day for the past year I've woken up with the same startled thought: I'm alive. Sometimes I lie there and say it aloud, though not on purpose. I'm alive. I open my eyes and look at the room.
Every now and then, I make a list of things, not all of them tangible, that I've liked lately. 1. The season. It can be frantic. 2. Fake candles. An existential question: Is a candle a candle if there's no flame? 3. Cotes du Rhone.