wandering to work in this weather

i'm outside on the gray slab streets, seeing concrete roads which have risen above my head ones who decided to touch the sky with windows that shine like diamonds in the right light. I am walking like a gazelle would effortlessly and gracefully run, batteling the elements with my scarf and peacoat, the wind slaps my cheeks leaving them a burning bright red, i'm nearly where i should be but more importantly where i need to be. I'm inside and the familiar takes over, I know the drill, I count in my mind, restock without much thought, cut effortlessly into the plastic carrier of the six pop pack, i begin to place the mugs on plates as the smell of juan valdez fills the room, the smell people are told to awake to. the sun it beams straight thru the nearly invisible wall that is cleaned twice a day cuz fingerprints are unsightly. I see people batteling the weather just as I did, on thier hunt for thier place to be, and I altough I am not where I will always want to be, i take a breath in, a smile shows on my face, and I unlike many at the moment am inside and warm, but I am warm from the inside, warm from the joy of the sunshine of how it feels to be doing what is necessary to go where I want to get. Its 11 am suddenly no longer time to bask in my joy, instead time to share my smile and the great uniter that is food with the world.

"i'm with him"

He held me there in his arms, on that bed with the camping flag as its main sheet, with a smile so perfectly his, his body heat warming up my cold hands and even colder feet, the beat of his heart was like a soothing pitter patter of rain, and I was as always instantly at ease. He does this for me, puts me at ease without trying. I tend to be a hyper, active, never sit still, blissful mess, but its when he kisses my forehead and just holds me smiling that the side of me that is never calm, finds a hide and seek spot and hides til its time to play again. Have I mentioned he makes the best sandwich ever? He does, its the perfect recipe and never fails to satisfy. He held me in the cold as we watched fire fan the frosty air, entertainment is always better when its in his company. He moves me when he's moving on the dance floor, his joy and love for dance are so clear to the eye, and I'm a sucker for the charm it brings out in him. He's patient with me, and god am I grateful. He teaches me things without rushing and his explanations are clear and accurate. I've never been happier to be labeled as taken. It brings me overwhelming joy when I get to point across the room and say " See the man in the hat, dancing. I'm with him".