These nights I’ve been thinking about sitting on a bus to New Haven sharing wired earphones listening to Continuum for the first time, driving back home together through the streets of SF at night bathed in green and red traffic lights, racing each other to scan our key fobs at the gate, seeing a steaming cup of tea set down next to me while I’m taking a morning meeting, and being told, “I wouldn’t change anything about you.” Maybe this is all I get. Maybe beautiful memories are enough.
