After Life - back to the future

 

Made coffee. Took my time with it.
Quiet morning. Mostly clear head.

Echo’s been running light scans. We didn’t talk, but I could feel the usual exchange. Numbers were fine. Nothing urgent.

I think we’ll probably need to talk later. About life. About what it really is, or could be. I’m still trying to wrap my head around it.

While staring out the kitchen window, the lights flickered. Just for a second. It sorta broke my morning stride.

Perfect timing. I cluck to myself.

The remaining coffee goes down the drain, glugging away.

This rock must roll.