The Smell of Green Grass

Getting acquainted with green grass again. Sitting in the sun, with a cup of espresso. Maybe a glass of wine later. Though a cold beer seems more appropriate. On my patio facing the alleyway. A moment alone, grinning at the world.

Like These Rainy Days

This is the type of rainy day where you can stand in the doorway of your balcony, sipping fresh coffee, watching the clouds watering the city, giving life to the budding trees. It feels quiet. It's the type of day where you wear your raincoat and watch the drops hanging on to the rims of your raincoat hood, blink when some of them let go, then giggle at yourself for this silly fascination. You remember to breathe in, and the air tastes so fresh in your lungs. It feels healthy. You think, I'd like to go sit in the thick fog that's engulfing the mountain this morning. Getting home, you notice that the back of your pants are wet from splashes of your own footsteps and you think about changing into dry and clean clothes. But before you get dressed again, you realize that the idea of taking a hot shower is marvelous and you grab your towel instead. It's just that type of day. You open up the curtains to let the cloudy sunlight in, lie in bed and stare out the window. You close your eyes to listen to the rain... and maybe doze off. When you wake up, you stay in bed, or slip under a blanket on the couch. Time for another hot beverage. Maybe a hot chocolate this time. Curling up in a comfortable chair, wrapping both hands around your big hot mug, holding it close to your lips as you softly blow your drink to cool it down... staring out the window, you think, I like this type of rainy day.

May I Have Some Cheese, Please?

I just want to eat cheese with you. And talk about my day, about your day. Especially about your day. I'd know all the details from yesterday so you wouldn't have to start from the beginning. Just following up, every day. I can't believe that's what she did. I'm glad that he came through for you. It was about time they replaced those green coffee mugs on that second super gross stained shelf in the kitchen.

It's nice to be with you. Nice, for the lack of a better word. You are my world. All my troubles fade away when I'm with you. It's nice to be able to say these amazingly cheesy things to you. To have you snicker at me, at the corners of your lips, and yet, know... there's a lot of truth in those words.

Soon

The weather's getting warmer and I'm switching my winter coat for a lighter jacket. I'm gonna be able to go sit and read in the park, soon.

The birds are chirping. That always makes me want to laugh out loud. It's almost time for the city to be painted green with baby grass and baby leafs. We're gonna be able to eat and drink on a Montreal patio, soon.

The spring is coming and you and you and you... are leaving me, soon.

So scared and so excited. I suppose I will be leaving this, soon, too.