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
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