Energy

Another birthday blurred into the routine and Mother’s Day settles like a quiet promise in the corner pocket. I’m feeling pretty jazzed this week. A buoyant, restless energy. I am a tightly wound coil waiting for release, riding a wave of excitement that hasn’t quite crested yet. Every conversation feels half a volt hotter than usual, the air around me humming like power lines before a summer storm.

I caught air while out in the forest. A jarring accident born from a small, private war with the carburetor. The machine coughed, resisted, then launched us away like a bad idea blessed by gravity. The forest demanded a price: a sharp protest from the tailbone. It was bruised, yes, but the resilience of the group became its own fuel source. Oops, and not sorry! We stayed upright and laughing, adrenaline crackling through the trees long after the landing. Eventually the forest floor forgave our clumsy intrusion.

The opportunity arrived, not as a gift, but as an imperative. I reached for the stylus, feeling the familiar weight of intention gather in the wrist like static before a spark. I had to doodle something sacred for my bestie; something to carry their light without dimming it. I hoped their spirit guardian’s watchful eyes would find their mark on the screen, a digital prayer transmitted through glass and electricity.

Taishin is creeping into view, rounding the corner. Simultaneously, Akito is shifting gears, a shadow demanding attention. A slow, deliberate transfer of momentum. Which motion breaches the threshold first? The silence between them felt charged, suspended in the air like before lightning commits to a target. A static hum waiting for a decision. Which will blink first?

The sharp edges of the tension dissolved, replaced by something rich and decadent. A sudden, sweet surrender: the intense, molten core of the chocolate lava cake collapsing under the spoon. Bleeding heat across the palate like a controlled eruption. A temporary peace treaty signed in cocoa, sugar, and softened defenses.