January 5, 2003
I could stay in the moment, coo over the new geranium buds, marvel at our easy laughter and sink into the pillowy froth of my chocolate-laden latte. Fuck the dishes in the sink! The sun fires up the rainbow machine and my heart twangs with schmaltzy tunes stirred by your warm hands cradling my cold ones. Woolly purple socks, bright Brandenburg Concertos and a bowlful of shiny orange clementines. Last night’s clothes still on the floor. Last night’s loving still on my mind. A bath? Sure. Eggs on toast? Absolutely. A walk? Why not. Can’t simple contentment simply be enough?