Looking out, but for what, I’m not exactly sure. I just get super antsy at this time of year, when it’s too cold to engage in much aimless wandering, and long-range plans seem too far away to get excited about. I’m impatiently awaiting our west coast vacation, of course, but it’s still months away. And we… Continue reading Watching and Waiting
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Recovered
Yes, I got my blanket back! He didn’t put up much of a fight in returning it to me, of course. I’m very cold-natured, and so he knew that without something to cover me, I would not be likely to linger here, for his turn. Sacrificing a bit of a view in favor of a… Continue reading Recovered
The Mountain
“To live only for some future goal is shallow. It’s the sides of the mountain which sustain life, not the top. Here’s where things grow.” Robert M. Pirsig, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance ————————— Happy Valentine’s Day, y’all! Hope you were able to make the most of your weekend.
The Coat Room
My POV in the spare bedroom, while reclined atop a pile of coats and scarves and gloves that were shed by our party guests upon their arrival. I lost a shoe in pursuit of the quickie, but soon found perfect places for both of my feet. The festive music and animated conversation downstairs served to drown out the… Continue reading The Coat Room
Uncovered
With the blanket cast aside, I immediately long for its warmth. I am guided by strong hands onto the corner cushion — this is why corner-group sofas were designed — and make myself comfortable. His lips meet mine, and then my neck, my breastbone, my navel, and destinations south. He is tender, but direct. I… Continue reading Uncovered