January 31st 2019
In a beautiful hotel in Bruges, in the corridor on a loveseat. Our room a few steps across the carpet, but the windows are facing the sun here and, a little altered, we stay: these sensations; the warmth, the buttoned velvet cradling us, the light through clean glass, the aftertaste of bitter chocolate; this mood; the knowing without having to say. No need to do anything but stay. Selfless, whole, lost to a wild peace.
If you are fortunate and kind, because you do need some kindness in you and some fortune about you, you'll have a handful of moments like that in your life. I had one of mine with Sparrow, because of Sparrow.
In a beautiful hotel in Bruges, in the corridor on a loveseat. Our room a few steps across the carpet, but the windows are facing the sun here and, a little altered, we stay: these sensations; the warmth, the buttoned velvet cradling us, the light through clean glass, the aftertaste of bitter chocolate; this mood; the knowing without having to say. No need to do anything but stay. Selfless, whole, lost to a wild peace.
If you are fortunate and kind, because you do need some kindness in you and some fortune about you, you'll have a handful of moments like that in your life. I had one of mine with Sparrow, because of Sparrow.
That window seat in the Picasso Museum. Indelibly etched.
ReplyDeleteYes. Was that also the day with the enormous sausage?
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