almost

just came up from walking the dog over to the park by our place. there was a guy pushing his girl around on a bike, gently guiding her along the sidewalk in the shadows as she maneuvered the pedals for the first time. it was a sweet moment to witness.

back upstairs now, the house smells like cilantro, achiote and rice. in short, the whole apartment smells delicious. that's because T is cooking me a dinner he promised me, and which i do not deserve, because i have been cranky and stressed all week and he wanted me to take a break when i got back from this all-day thing i had to do today.

it's almost an idyllic moment here, of peace and quiet, with music on the stereo, the dog at my feet and smells emanating from the kitchen-cove.