but life isn't beer and skittles...ha.

evenings of coming home and thighlength lightweight coats, umbrellas finally for the spring rain. slender shoes?? slender chocolate bars, french columbard (a "pedestrian" grape, my dad informs me, but oh how i love it, and i don't normally take kindly to white wines) in pretty stemmed glasses, wisps of hair light and clean-smelling, decent mustard, snowy grains. eye glassy necklace clasps, your hand in mine, smooth collarbones, bumpy littlekid knees. i love you. phone calls from home. making plans but we can always change them. waterfront talking. rouladin, onions cooking... a big seashore-felt bed, s'pretty green, velvety sheets kicked back for clean warm wakingupinthemorning. cold crisp greens, strawberries and cream when the sun rises, warm skin to grow consciousness from. every day. some of the best coffee, little women dressed in black crepe simple cut, draped arms, little tray with little cup and sleek dabs of milk and sugar. the cats who lick it off your fingers. swirled silver bands, lovely and discreet. the best music, bubbling on and through. tiny percolating saucepots, all the time. roasts. easter beans. movie dates. corduroy pocket, pogo stick. braids or bangs. vanilla root beer floats for when it drizzles outside. drugstore soda counters in maine. whales too big to understand. fur. justin's limbs stitched across mine. life is so good.