Last week was nicer than nice. I wrote four stories, sketched out six paintings, and rearranged part of my house. He came here after work. He relaxed a bit, then grilled rib eyes, then chicken, then skewered veggies, strip steaks on Thursday. After each meal, during sunset, we slipped into my new pool. We ate watermelon. At a quarter to nine, we dried off and rushed up to the White Hen for lotto tickets, and more beer. He wants to be a millionaire. He would make a good one.
This is very nice. Serene. Finally. This is what my private garden was made for. Sweetness.
He looks ridiculous in his swim trunks. They are toooooo big!
Sometimes when you are quiet you can hear more. Quiet the animal.
