Swaying Still.

Sunday, 06 July.

The sun went down and the wind picked up. She opened the front door to let the cool breeze roll through the house. I opened the kitchen door at the back of the house. We turned all the first floor lights off, didn't want to attract moths and other flying night bugs. The front door has a screen, the door at the back of the house did have a sliding screen door at one time. The dogs ran through it one day breaking not only the screen itself but the aluminium frame as well.

I stood by the open door as the rain began. She joined me there in the dark and cool kitchen. The only light we had came from the garden lights outside. The little kitchen radio was on like it always is. Nora Jones was singing something about "come away with me". We held on to each other. It was one of those moments you get every now and then. It was one of those very real moments.

We did not dance because we don't really dance. We just sort of swayed in that cool, dark, sweet rain driven summer breeze.



Hey Tommy. The goldfish died but me and the younger baby girl, we went and got another one. We named the new one Alphonse. We just call him Al.