Good Sunday morning, All.He does this.Even when we see each other the next day or later the same day
Good Sunday morning, All.He does this.Even when we see each other the next day or later the same day or in three months. There are few, if any, pecks or dashed-off kisses in haste. We take very little for granted–not that *every* gesture, word or deed is SO meaningful, but they are thoughtful, with intent and substance and subtle (or not so subtle) joy.The distance does that: makes common things, like kisses or “good morning” or “what would you like for supper?” more weighty. Infrequent time together cuts the fat off priorities, leaving only the meat; the healthy, long-burning fuel for us to use between each “Hello”. Curiously, without any discussion, neither of us say ‘good bye’ to the other. Instead, it is “ciao.” Hello, and until later–not good bye. He brought that and I followed his lead. “Good bye” has a thicker meaning for us. I say it to others, locals and business acquaintances, with no fear of finality or disconnection. I do not say goodbye to him, nor he to me. And we both know it. The rare occasion one of us HAS ended a conversation with good bye there was a quick callback, a spoken erasure, WhiteOut over the goodbye to our comfortable 'ciao.’One of His kisses would be so good now. Or any time.Ciao for niao. OX-SmartSurrender -- source link