I am sitting here writing,
noding, listening to music and basically
in my own world. And I am happy in this moment, feeling inspired for the calmer part of my evening. I have about a half hour left before I should think about getting ready for bed. I've taken my last
St. John's Wort for the day and I'm trying to keep my legs propped so the box fan can reach them. I wiggle my toes.
It would be a perfect time for you to walk in almost silently, though I'd catch you in the corner of my eye. For you to put your hands on my shoulders, lean over and kiss me on my forehead. For you to look me in the eyes, taking my focus briefly off this paragraph, and smile. Then turn and go back into the other room, where you were reading a book. For you to just appear in this world for just that moment.