If a friend calls you and asks you to take a last minute trip somewhere beautiful and there are no pressing fire to put out or things that require immediate attention, if the children can be sent to Nana's house or eat scorched pancakes with their papa
The amount of space such a trip might create in heart and mind would likely astound you,
astound even the you that sits now perched and focused on work and
Somewhere between picnics in a serviceable hotel room
Discovering the labradorescence of seaweed
And sunset conversations
there will come a moment of such happy gratitude that you're liable to burst...
gratitude that such a friendship IS
indebtedness for the riches of nature and the polishing of old ceramics
at the hands of the sea
giving credit to Adventure herself, who so generously created a space in which to meet your wonderful girlfriend and tromp about in boots, dusty skirts and wide-brimmed hats...
(watching the world stand in awe of the dear Dove's Glamazonian Sass-i-tude and runway-worthy walk was in itself a wonderment I cherish! Men stopped short, children begged to follow, women bowed....)
acknowledging an answered prayer or three
as you sigh, returning home