Opa!

Pookie and I went out last night for Greek food. It was cold and rainy, and the streets of New Paltz seemed to glitter from the melted-down snow and the streetlamps. The restaurant was bright and warm, and everything looked blue–blue maps of Greece and a blue ocean scape painted on the blue walls and blue printed menus. I got pea soup thick as the fog outside and we gossiped and laughed.

I love the place where we live, halfway between the Hudson River and the Thruway. Last night, as always...