Thursday, 6 January 2011

Today


Over our sandwich

and the best coffee

of the week,

we talked.

Laughed till we cried.

Discussed life and it's meaning,

our inability to grasp it at times.

Beyond,

in the distance,

our view of the city,

the clock ticking relentlessly

and the people walking by.

Across

the lovely,

sweet lemon cake

we allowed ourselves ~ ( the little indulgences of life,)

I've never felt more loved.


Reading
My journal entry for today

Drinking
White wine

Camera
Panasonic lumix

Handwriting
Mine
at

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