Sunday, September 20, 2009

We are all worms, But, I do believe, I am a glowworm.

-
Winston Churchill

All Sundays should be like this.

I woke up around 10:30 AM for the first time voluntarily in about a century. My housemate Allen had a great party last night, I got drunk and was in bed by 12 AM. When I woke up I felt renewed and willing to do just exactly what would make me happy today.

I texted Allen who woke up about 15 minutes later and told me to come down. I walked down the flight of steps that separates my apartment from his and listened to one of my favorite playlists while I helped Allen clean. We scrubbed the floor and threw away all the empty and not so empty beer cans and bottles, made coffee and went out for a smoke barefoot.

We both took showers and headed out to the farmers market in the square where we drank Chai Tea and played chess on the green while we ate our goat cheese and ratatouille crepes. After having lounged for a couple hours we got up and walked around and Allen bought a beautiful painting from a local artist at which time we saw fit to head home for naps. After our naps we ate dinner together and talked about the great loves and downfalls of our lives and grew yet another million stories closer to each other.

I'd like to formally thank the universe for handing me these wonderful people on a silver platter and allowing me to, again and finally, open my heart to new people who wont judge and will always accept.

Today was a day sanctified. A day spent in paradise.

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