That night, in bed, tired from conversation and the trip across town, laying next to each other, neither able to properly fall asleep, hypnotic conversation about their lives, about each other.  Craving this, they both thought only of the other.  Then, slowly, as the bed started to warm up from their bodies, they slowly drifted off to the white noise of the clock both looking forward to the morning, to the dawn of the next day, because they both knew that when they woke, the other would be there, still warm, still next to them, and that was the most comforting feeling in the entire world.

There she isLook at here, she knows exactly what she is doing.
She is looking at the tram, thinking “where was it I was going?
“To buy a new hat? To get more lipstick? Because I do have that date tonight
With a tall dark stranger”.  She like Pastis de Belem, but only on Sunday’s, and only two,
Because they come nicely in packs of two, with a coffee, which she has daily, because, of course
She is Portuguese.


Sometimes, life presents challenges.  Endings are difficult and challenging, but then you realize that all of it has actually been really good for you.  That, here, now, as we move on to others things, places we want to go, and places we are afraid to go to — we can think that our lives have meaning.  That new challenges and adventures await.
But those thoughts don’t let us give way to processing our time, and our experiences.  It doesn’t help us to feel better.  How do you process a year of intensity?  How do we move on to a place where we can live the life we want?

Each person you meet gives you something — leaves you with a new idea or thought.

I just hope that I give each person as much as they give me.  I try.  I try.