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.
Digestion digression
A good conversation makes the dinner sit...
