Bliss
Indeed, what a delight it was to chat again. Like I was drifting, lost, floating above the deepest waters of his words, surging up in intensity, lifted like the power of the wave, and cosy in the lulls between. A conversation that stopped time in its toing and froing, and when time started again as I put down my phone, I noticed nearly two hours had passed. Bliss.
Today wasn't anything special, it wasn't a realisation, or a revolution, it was just another day of getting on with it, with the daily tasks. And at the end of the day here I sit mulling over the things that I am just getting on with. The things I am going to be getting on with and I will just get on with it.
March 23
This month I will have to read even more novels than I did last month if I am to finish...
