A Daydream

I’m daydreaming about sitting with you, looking out a window at the spray of waves crashing against the jetty rocks and seagulls wheeling endlessly overhead.

We’re in a warm, comfortable silence, each with our own thoughts, far away, but close. Around us the genial hum of conversation, the clink of soup spoons against chowder bowls.

I live for these moments with you. The simple pleasure of your company and distance from our never ending responsibilities.

You reach across the table, your hand overlapping mine. You are smiling. We are having the same daydream, the same happy contentment of being still, together.