this post is not guaranteed to be mush-free
say what you will about death cab for cutie*, but there are certain days when it is just absofuckinglutly right.
i am married to my lover, my friend, my ally and it's sinking down a bit more every day.
we tried a new restaurant this morning... in the back room, surrounded by kitch paintings of women in hats and in the middle, a giant aquarium with small fish bubbling to the surface. andouille scramble yumminess for me.vegetarian goodness for j.
we picked up my cleaned sensor camera and stopped at a place j knew about : a sort of factory for mosaic leftover stones and glass. love making for the hands and eyes:recycled rolled glass and the like.
i got some glass cherry earrings as well as hummingbirds and a heart with a story inside.
then we drove home in our flexcar element and j went to his "not a bachelor anymore, party".
the fan in the window is spinning though it's not on. my body wants a nap in a glow of vespertine and i have all the supplies to make a small sculpture.
it is a day of feeling.
*"... And together there
In a shroud of frost, the mountain air
Began to pass from every pane of weathered glass
And I held you closer than anyone would ever get"
Sleepy Emo J.
Not a writer in Not a Paris café