Part 2

The same time of day, the same spot in the park. Sunshine and shade and the gulls far above, resting on thermals without moving their wings.

This time I’m talking with my mom. When I hang up the phone, I glance at my email to see a required form for my disability leave, and although it wasn’t as upsetting as yesterday’s brush with social media, the day is still suddenly distant, and the sunshine hard to see.