12 11 am pdt [ perfect ]
I had the most amazingly perfect evening with Eleanor
(of ellipses)
last night. She arrived as the day was dusting off its sticky heat and
settling into the long slow sunsets we have grown used to since the last
time change. We were both content to sit on the couch chatting and
sipping water until out moods matched the mellowing tones of the early
evening sky. We had already settled
9 02 pm pdt [ perfect II ]
... into extensive conversations about all manner of
topics when we headed off to peruse the produce laden aisles of the local
market. We bought all the ingredients for soup and salad as well as
bread, some braised tofu
for protein, and strawberries for dessert.
The next few hours were a blur of chopping, slicing,
rinsing, scrubbing, and delicious conversation. As the soup was nearing
completion, Matthew came home and we broke out a bottle of red wine (we
needed it for the soup and we ended up finishing it off while we talked).
One of Matthew's roommates joined us, and while Eleanor
was talking about one of her exes he asked, "Is there a website I should
be reading?"
"Actually, yes!" we answered in unison.
When we realized it was nearing ten, and that we were
stuffed to the gills on soup, salad, tofu, water, wine, tea, and
chocolate, we knew we had to part. But there was that sense of lingering
when one doesn't want to give up a moment so lovely.
