Occasionally we can delight in a day such as this; slowly awakening to no plans, the clock, man made keeper of time having no influence over us. Able to relax and ponder life over coffee. Perhaps we would tend to household details previously left undone.
Breakfast at noon; eggs and toast and fruit. You having deferred when first offered food, prefering instead the taste of my lips. Carrying me, housecoat clad, back to the softness of the bed, lost in each others embrace.
Later we will sit at the coffee shop a short drive away and walk by the river at dusk; hoping for pinkness to settle into the clouds. Content to hold hands in silence, we walk while the dog races ahead and back; happy to be out on the snow, eyes ever attentive to us.
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