The Fireplace

Slim E. cancelled our plans to hang out Sunday to work on the wine cellar, so I was left to my own devices. Perhaps you read about my omelet/chips and salsa?

At any rate, I figured there was nothing better than lighting up a fire in the fireplace, putting some good music on the ol' iPod, and curling up with a book. The tunes - Beck's 'Sea Change' and American Analog Set's 'Set Free.' The book - 'Garbage Land.' Just because it is taking me a long time to ready doesn't mean that it isn't good. And Alma for company. Cozy, comfortable night. Almost perfect, in fact. Almost.

I've had these two opposing song lyrics in my head for the past week or two. Sort of the yin and yang of my current situation. Here they are...

'In a dream, you were sitting there waiting by the door for me, and I got the opportunity, to experience the experience once again, how it could have maybe been. But do you ever ask yourself, how it could have maybe been?'

And...

'Your eyelashes, my neck, every nervous blink. Perfect.'

Too personal? Maybe.