a monday quite unlike a monday

today was simply lovely.  in all ways, i suppose.  a day of gusting winds.  moments of pouring rain.  quiet and cold.  i baked chocolate chip cookies and bought hummus.  dessert and dinner.  i (re)read some beautiful poetry.  i wrote mini love letters in my head all day.  very small ones in glassine envelopes.  sealed in wax.  stamped with a flowing lower-case e.  in my head.

i overcooked the cookies but damn if they weren't still delicious.  i was hurry hurry hurrying around thinking i'd be so late tonight but s is late instead.  which is fine by me.  the boy is at his mom's for dinner and tech support.  seems everyone is in their place.  my furry boys, one asleep, one roaming, looking for trouble.

the rain stopped much earlier.  the sun came out.  the sky blued.  and what was our gray day piled up along the eastern horizon.  all that's left, puddles, misplaced leaves, a chilly breeze.  but it's january.  and all of these things seem so fitting.  who am i to ask anything be different tonight?  and i don't.

earlier i did dishes to ray lamontagne and felt a peacefulness beyond compare.  the washer was going.  the dishwasher humming.  then the whirring of the stand mixer...she needs a name...i will call her black beauty.  as she is both things equally.  soon, s and i will talk poetry.  life.  we will talk paris and travelling.  i feel my heart aching for the arts.  aching to read beautiful things, and see them.


have a sweet night, my pretties.  xoxo