stairwell accompaniment:derek webb


today we slept in. ate cereal. didn't change from pj's until noon. talked across the ocean. studied for finals. drank* coffee. roamed the neighborhood. talked religion. opened the windows. aired out our lives and fell in love. again. and again.

today we made a deal that i would enjoy (and not just endure) spring because he participates in the glorious enjoyment of fall that is my yearly pinnacle. i think he's on to something. i find myself wanting to plant something. nuture it into green and watch it grow.

*is drank even a word? it still looks ridiculous.