dream a little dream

a blustery evening, dark and lonely. the only place is the place where we are.

dinner with e. something down home like veg shepherd's pie (he will convert!) and some greens. yummy thick beer. a candle, sure, but casual. split a chocolate for dessert.

lemon jelly in the background. scrabble or boggle or some such kinda game. probably boggle since i can't keep up with him wordwise and it evens out the field a touch. neither gets pissy if (when) a force of felinity disrupts the board.

at one a.m., realize it's not too long til the dawn. decide to wait for it. brew some tea, settle on the couch to watch the branches and listen to the driving rain against the windows.

just being and talking until sleep overtakes or the dawn brightens. the comfort of being together. the ease of it all. dags, i do have it for the dude, eh?

the wheel it is turning, spinning 'round and 'round