This is a repost of one of the first Friday 55s I wrote a long time ago. I am lacking inspiration for a new one. Hope you don't mind.
Tracks of water run down the windowpane.
I drag my fingertips along your back.
Parched earth drinks in the water.
You quench my thirst with deep kisses.
Hard rain pounds the roof.
Our bodies pulse together.
I cry out and you shudder.
The gentler pit-pat raindrops echo my slowing heartbeat
and we sigh.
It's a rainy day, which is what made me remember this old 55. There is something about a rainy day that I love though. The potential for a replay of the scene above is one. It feels like a nice excuse to be a little lazy too. I suspect baseball practice for my son will be cancelled so tonight after supper I may be able to light a fire in the fireplace, sip some nice tea, and wrap up in my favorite blanket.
I love my blanket. It's a big, thick wooly thing that I took to college as my bedspread. All winter long I walk around the house wrapped up in it, sometimes just to prevent other people from stealing it. I'm a little possessive about it. I don't want anyone depriving me of my blanket, but I will happily share it with anyone who wants to snuggle. In fact, I think that only makes the blanket experience even better.
So dat's da count dis week...simple pleasures. A fire, some tea, my favorite blanket, and maybe if I'm lucky...all lovely things on a cold rainy day.