Challenge #23: Artist's Date (05.07.12)
My backyard is arguably my favourite place. While it is nothing like I want it to be, it is arguably the place I feel the most comfortable and the most at peace. I especially like to sit on the porch swing early in the morning or at dusk. It’s somehow awe-inspiring. As long as I sit there, everything’s alright with the world. Even if it’s just an illusion, it’s rejuvenating.
The other night, still elated at finishing a class with the workload of three, I curled up on the porch swing with LJ and a book. Pixels, my dog, after slathering me with kisses, sat with me for a bit.
After awhile, my husband came out and began cleaning a moped engine. Though he doesn’t believe me, there is something special about the times we spent together without interacting. It always makes me smile to see him partaking in something he enjoys, especially because so much of what we do is because I want to, and it gives me the opportunity to see him differently, to see him as someone separate than me, which is sometimes challenging given how much time we spend with each other. For a moment, I get to feel like a fly on the wall, like I'm getting to see exactly how he is without my influence on him.
The other night, still elated at finishing a class with the workload of three, I curled up on the porch swing with LJ and a book. Pixels, my dog, after slathering me with kisses, sat with me for a bit.
After awhile, my husband came out and began cleaning a moped engine. Though he doesn’t believe me, there is something special about the times we spent together without interacting. It always makes me smile to see him partaking in something he enjoys, especially because so much of what we do is because I want to, and it gives me the opportunity to see him differently, to see him as someone separate than me, which is sometimes challenging given how much time we spend with each other. For a moment, I get to feel like a fly on the wall, like I'm getting to see exactly how he is without my influence on him.