together again

We have probably spent many lifetimes together.

We both agree on old Russia and Colonial times.

So here we are back together again.

We are both rather mouthy and quite bossy: Cut out of the same stone in many ways and totally dissimilar in others.

She arrived on October 30. For an hour and a half we stood thirty feet apart, back to back.

When we finally greeted each other she said that there must have been some reason. "Perhaps we missed an accident, something like that."

It didn't matter.

We have been together since. We do not do much. There is the cooking, we like to cook for each other, and the cleaning, she likes it, I don't.

Then there is all the wonderful stuff like silence and holding and a smile of recognition that we are sleeping in the same bed. And, the renewal of passion that is only real when we are together.

I am always amazed that she is actually in the house with me.

When she is across the pond, I envision her doing the things I presently witness like her sneaking out of bed in the middle of the night for a smoke, petting the cats, and pacing while that wonderful brain of hers is churning.

We flow so calmly together. We fit in so many beautiful ways!

There is nothing comparable to being with her in the simple day to day.