Category Archives: One a Day
I peek through the crack in her bedroom door, as though she is a child, and listen to the steady inhale and exhale of her breath.
Upstairs, Gabby has left the light in the entryway on for me. The rest of the apartment is dark and quiet. She’s asleep.
At the door of the apartment, Ricardo gives me a squeeze. “I am glad you are speaking to me again,” he says with a wink.
I tuck my arm through Ricardo’s as we walk through the plaza, still somewhat lively at this hour with laughter and soft night talk dribbling from the sidewalk cafes.
We round the corner on Calle del Sol, and there stands the cathedral, gloriously lit as if it’s Christmas.
It’s almost as if our disagreement after the trip to the museum had never happened at all.
Perfectly normal and altogether wonderful. I feel lighthearted and content as we leave the warm light of the restaurant for the cold, dark street.
In some small sense, it feels perfectly normal to be sitting in the cozy corner of a small restaurant that shares a wall with an ancient Roman ruin, sipping wine, and eating tapas.
The pristine silence following a winter snow on the prairie is deafening.