A rainy day. . .but good day
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It’s storming right now and the dogs are restless. . .hiding under tables, chairs, beds. . .anything they can find to protect them from the scary thunder and lightning.
As I sip on Darjeeling tea as I wind down, my thoughts go to a time which seems long ago. . . back when I used to own boy c. c never had much to say but his presence was enduring. If I needed it, he provided it. If anything ever when wrong . . . even if it was something beyond his control, he owned up to it. If I broke or lost it . . .he replaced it.
I have to smile knowing that boys like him exist. It certainly doesn’t validate who and what I am but it certainly is a testament to the symbiotic nature of a relationship between someone like me and someone like him. He needed me to need what he had to give. I needed him to give beyond what he thought he was capable of giving.
It was glorious.
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