I'm Always Around...

Sometimes, I love to watch my man move around in a kitchen.
He's got grace.
Long hair swinging.
No-stick shoes.
He cha-chas to the counter and his relationship to the stove is Viennese Waltz.
He carefully chops carrots,
celery
bits of this and that,
throws them into a silver bowl like a magic show finale.
He can't dance outside of those orange tiles
but inside that kitchen,
the man is as sensual as any ball-room partner.

Do you remember us all looking up,
like in that snap-shot that someone took of our faces
the day were all three of us went to the city.

Whenever I look at this picture, all I can think is: Hope.

Memo to self: When sad or upset, listen to Christmas music.