Regret
My daughter Kseniya and I were awake and chatting in the AirBNB we were sharing in Austin Texas. We were there to run a half marathon, a tradition we started about ten years ago. It was after midnight on a warm February night and neither of us could sleep mostly because of a strong cold brew coffee we had too late in the day at Mozart, a nice coffee place on a lake where we could sit outside and enjoy the warm air. Not something we could ever do in Utah in February. There's something magical about being awake at night when others are asleep. It's rare to share this time with a grown daughter and the darkness lends itself to interesting conversation that might not take place in the light of day. At first the night was quiet. We could hear dogs barking and traffic, car doors slamming as people came home from wherever they had been. There were some gentle snoring noises coming from the next room. Kseniya argued that it wasn't snoring; it was the faulty air condition