Tuesday, November 14, 2017

I'm not worried. It's just winter

It's that time of year. The snow blower has made its way to the batter's box and the dog is wearing a sweater (he loves it.)

As cozy as our home is though, winter brings grey days which makes me feel antsy and makes my wife listen to Patti Griffin and look at pipes online. Both embracing the melancholy while keeping it in the periphery. 

What I hope winter means this year is more days off spent together watching dumb movies and putting together complicated puzzles in front of the fire. I hope it also means some extra kisses and soft whispers in my ear. 

Lately, I work too much and so does Satu. When we do get a night together, she is achy and I am brain dead from the toxic amounts of stupidity at work. I think both of us just want a cup of warm tea and the person who knows us best nearby for comfort.

I know that when she is in the house it feels like a home and when she is out, it seems as if the whole house is waiting for her to come back and bring the soul back into the home. I don't really know how to express this sense of missing her while she is here except it is the Kyoto feeling. I feel like I miss her so much while I am at work that when we are together it reminds me of all of the time we sacrifice to the outside world. 

I hope that as the snow comes, I will get more Mondays off and we will finish our cozy basement together. I really loved it when she was down there with me playing music and envisioning our new cozy hide-a-way. Honey, take me for a drag on the new rug. I miss you. 

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