Monday

I imagine in sometime we will be in Spain; either Spain or France, whichever is the most beautiful this time of year. It will either be raining or very hot, and we will be sitting on a large porch. The table is old and a white table cloth attempts to hide its age. I’ve been thinking about what kind of chairs we will be sitting in and I have finally reached the conclusion they will be made of whicker. Yes whicker, and they will be rocking chairs. Rocking chairs are the greatest type of chairs in the world because they allow you to move even when you are sitting still. A breeze will be blowing no matter if it is raining or very hot, and we will both be drinking a nice cold drink. I forgot to mention our chairs won’t be facing each other, we will both be staring outside at the beautiful scenery, trying to take in everything so we will never forget how the world looks today. You are very beautiful. Beautiful, not in the conventional sense, but beautiful in an unconventional way, recognizable only to me. Something about you distinguishes you from the crowd of ordinary people. We will be sitting there, rocking, and not saying a word. It won’t be awkward when we both say nothing. We will be comfortable with each other, enough so where we wont have to fill the silence with trivial conversation. I’ll keep stealing glances at you out of the corner of my eye, making sure I will never forget your face and how lovely you look in this moment. You’ll pretend not to notice and hide your smile. What little talk we will have will only be about the present and the future, nothing to do with the past; unless it’s about the grand adventures we have had. Yes, only about the adventures.
Did I mention a soft breeze would be blowing? Messing up your hair, but it only makes you prettier. Yes. This is exactly how it will be. You see, I can almost picture it.