Wednesday, December 08, 2010

filled

On days like this -- when I have breakfast with two dear friends I haven't seen in seven months but it feels like seven days, when there is so much laughter and easy comfort in the office and I know what I'm doing and I know faces and faces smile at me and I drive around in the cold winter sunshine and then the late afternoon snowy-owl gray and I know where I'm going and I blast the radio and I take a brisk chill stinging walk jumping in time to my ipod then dinner and life chats with a friend I met three years ago but now in this new life we've grown closer and I go back to a home and a bed to fall into --

on days like this, I think, these strange fresh days are filled with good.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Perhaps it is you who fills the days with good.