Friday, Apr. 24, 2020 @ 9:03 am
My Person
We paddle out into the harbour and talk about our days. Paddling out into the face of a steady breeze, and my body strengthens in response. A bald eagle cries out from the top of the tallest cedar tree. A seal surfaces beside me, and the whoosh of its breath startles me. Huge black eyes gaze up at me, and it raises its snout into the wind to assess who I am.
We work together in the kitchen making cannelloni. He makes the sauce, and I make the filling, and together we assemble the pasta into a casserole dish.
While our supper bakes in the oven, we dance together in the living room. A glitch in the playlist, and we slow down and dance and sing along dramatically to Taylor Swift’s Lover.
Can I go where you go?
Can we always be this close forever and ever?
And ah, take me out, and take me home
You're my, my, my, my lover
After dinner, I fall asleep tangled up with him on the couch.
He wakes me a while later, “It’s time for bed, my dear.”
We’ve been in lockdown together for 41 days, and it’s still wonderful.
I found my desert island person.
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