as good a place as any

blade runner on a projector, no speakers

silent french films

the river seinne, the st.laurence

a chesterfield, couch, sofa
draped with a gold coloured afghan
navy blue pillows, one side is silk, the other velvet

a light rainfall

big space

ferns

spider plants hanging by the windows, huge and single paned glass
paint peeling off of the frames

wall paper with a pattern

sunlight

she is making coffee
wearing my slippers and a scarf, silk, with a pattern

my desk is high tech, table lamp on a swivel, india ink and water colour washes

warped wooden floor
rent is not a problem

the smell of fresh laundry and coffee
one egg and an english muffin

3 cats, they never fight or howl, currently in a pile-on in a handy spot of sunbeam

someone came by for dinner last night
there's a 1/3 of a bottle of red wine on the table
with a candle or two

a nice general store nearby where you can buy all kinds of spices

the phone is turned off

we're wrapped up on the couch
reading an intriguing tome

you can see trees outside and birds and clouds and the sky

while walking home from the corner store I projected myself into the sky
through the atmosphere, out of this solar system
following a line traced from the center of the earth, through my feet and into the infinite

she appreciated the story, does the same thing, from time to time