Saturday Special

Yum, It's Saturday. Saturday feels like a "do over" day to me. It is the one day that belongs to you and only you. The one day where you can sleep in as late as you feel like, drink most delicious french press coffee and take your time getting ready for anything. The dog gets a nice walk to the local bakery, croissants get purchased, hello's get said to neighbourhood friends, and you are not worried about watching the clock at all.

The best Saturdays are when you wake up in a hotel room in a distant city, full of possibilities and far away friends that are near, if only for a day or two.

Saturday feels like a long, soft, wet kiss.

Sleepy yawns

movies and Thai food in bed

duvets and forign newspapers

espresso

bakery fresh croissants

book store

gin, tonic and limes

sidewalk with bits of leaves and seeds 

lawn mowers

cement slabs wet  and slick with fresh rain and
olives slippery and tart

french cheese

newspaper wrapped flowers

scooter rides in far away cities with friends old and new

more espresso.

hair pulled back, sunglasses on

You. You looking dashing. You with all of your confidence. You know who you are.