I felt bliss at 10:20 am on a Monday in May.
She deliberately waited while I threw away a wrapper into the trashcan at the end of break.
She walked with me back to my station while we discussed spam phone calls.
She stood there longer than she necessarily had to.
I looked closer at her earing which had a hoop and some little blue things.
It was thrilling. My heart soared. I think I am still experiencing the bliss.
Trying to remember it and hold on to it. Keep the memory safe against the flood of horrors outside.
Whatever else happens, life was affirmed in her standing there just a bit longer than she necessarily had to.
Oh shit. Was she wearing lipstick today because of me?
I don't want to dwell on it too long. I don't want to spoil whatever magic this is.
It is still the morning.









