Saturdays

Rays beam through the broken blind, waking us slowly, gently, from a long, deep sleep. I slide out – you spread out – stretch your limbs to my side, eyes closed, your lips curl into a blissful-sleep-smile. Tea. Berries. Toast. Papers. Books. Talking. Laughter. Radio. Slow. Lazy. Calm. Hazy. Warm. Light. Settled. Zen. But today,

Read More