A Daydream

I’m daydreaming about sitting with you, looking out a window at the spray of waves crashing against the jetty rocks and seagulls wheeling endlessly overhead.

We’re in a warm, comfortable silence, each with our own thoughts, far away, but close. Around us the genial hum of conversation, the clink of soup spoons against chowder bowls.

I live for these moments with you. The simple pleasure of your company and distance from our never ending responsibilities.

You reach across the table, your...