I felt an overwhelming sense of peace today as I carried grocery bags up to my apartment. The sun was setting and it seemed everything was a fiery cool orange. The past few days have been so sunny and warm that these winter evenings don’t have the bite quite like they used to. Or maybe it’s me that’s different. Finally grateful enough to just take in the world for the beauty that it is, instead of complaining about the cold weather year after year.
Even though I call them beers, my boyfriend always corrects me. “They’re ‘near-beers’ because they’re not beer.” Whatever. I doesn’t matter.
My boyfriend had a really rough day today. He called me around 11am yelling at the top of his lungs about the incompetence of those working around him. His own voice echoing through my phone, obvious that he was using the bluetooth feature in his work vehicle. “I don’t even know why I’m so mad,” his voice cooled a bit. “I just want to go to the fucking bar.” he paralyzed the air, he paralyzed me.
I don’t know what I said, or how I said it, as I tried to keep from making a sound that indicated tears were streaming down my face.
My alcoholic boyfriend came home from work today with a pack of non-alcoholic beer.
I felt an overwhelming sense of peace today as I carried grocery bags up to my apartment. The sun was setting and it seemed everything was a fiery cool orange, and nothing else mattered.
Wild Little Hare 