I love that my shirt still faintly smells like the candle you had burning today when I was there. That was so weird at that one point where I let myself get distracted by the way the wicks get almost covered by the melted wax and there's barely any flame anymore. I saw myself doing that you know, pulling my attention away from what we were talking about to purposely talk about the candle instead. It feels so strange, this self-witnessing, for lack of a better term, when it happens.


I wish we could have had another couple of hours to talk today. It was a really good session that ended much too quickly!