all straight lines circle sometime
I think Monday nights deserve the cozy. The quiet atmosphere of downtown setting the tone for your week to come.
Card games and cheap diners feel different when you're calling the pocket. I'm safe, I'm loved, I'm living, in breathing. Not celebrating an ending, but celebrating that another will come along.
The games were fun and frantic. The street was quiet. I met strangers, looked more important than my space required. My potatoes were burnt, the cook was over on hours, the diet coke was endless.
Tonight's the night I remember to start a yearly tradition. Replaying NITW. Most likely choosing Bea every time. These things will repeat long into the after. Everything important stays right where you left it...