Dom Perignon from a Plastic Cup

Photo by Gabriel Perelman on Unsplash

“Go to the wilderness and play house,” she said.

“You will see by the light of the moon.”

I wake up to birds singing and firewood splitting. The axe is sharp, like my mind after a long night’s sleep.

The taste of food is better in the forest.

Breakfast cooks on an open fire, and coffee steams from a tin cup. But coffee is not the…