Early December. Cool enough to have the heat on. Lord knows we’ve steamed up the windows with our own heat in the years we’ve been together. I smile a little at the memories, and the new ones we’re about to make. Two hundred miles from everyone and everything we know to start anew. The radio has become boring with its constant chatter. I pick one of my favorite CDs. Who’s the one that makes you happy? I sing out loud to you, cranking up the volume. After a minute, a thumping sound coming from one of the tires has us limping along in stop and go traffic. We stop to fix it as soon as we can. A minor setback in our journey of new beginnings, but I’m somehow comforted by the fact that you’re the one by my side. The song plays on. Looking out the window and then at you, I can’t help but continue to sing along. Tentatively at first, and then more assuredly when you reach for my hand. Without words, we draw strength from each other.
Winter blooms brightly
the cold driven out by heat
journey to a dream.
dVerse – I’m late for Haibun Monday again, but here’s my attempt.