There are certain times when I simply miss you.
My days and nights are spent alone, which is of my own choosing. I enjoy my own company and that of my beautiful dogs, yet it is in those moments of solitude, as is now, when thoughts of you and the moments we shared dance in my mind.
Right now, I sit in the chair we found together in an old antique shop. Stanley beside me and Freida curled on the bean bag. It is just on twilight. In the background, jazz filters into the room, creating a comfortable and relaxed atmosphere. It is these moments when I remember nights such as these when we would sit together and discuss life over a glass of scotch and dry. As I sip my drink, I remember.
I cannot step back in time, nor can I feel sad. I must learn to simply remember with warmth and fondness.
I started reading a book called Arabia, Mum, and I know you would love his writing style. You used to often say my writing would transport you to the places I described, which is why I say you would like this author. He narrates with such clarity and finesse. His words are so descriptive and transportive.
Yes, missing you.
stanley & bear 