we went away
it began with the poetry of the earth cascading down upon our parched skin
and diner coffee shifting us into 5th gear
it continued with a gorgeous fairy
tumultuous wind
peace heavily laid upon us like our wedding quilt
as we read
and wrote
and went away
when going meant arriving
to a gorgeous room
a claw foot tub and heated tile floors
a roaring fire and sexy view of the harbor
we knew we had carved out a piece of bliss all for ourselves
we simply had to don our sunday good
(best was saved for later)
and patronize not one, but TWO
fine restaurant establishments.
sapphire martini
old fashioned
cabernet-franc from the year of 2008
olives and hot cashews
rack of lamb and spaghetti carbonara
prawns and garlic
sea-salt chocolates
kisses and whispers
sleepy satisfaction on a saturday morn
the lazy view, a moment for Neruda and Sagan
quirky small-town diners
with fresh-made donuts and weak coffee
tea for him. always tea for him.
hours in bookstores
one soulless
one bursting with soul
more coffee and tea
learning about light, lenses, and f-stops
portraits of the other
for the future
to start soon
tasting the fermentation
taking in the precipitation
and an otter.
hiding.
after the necessary disco nap
we found our best and wooed each other downstairs to the fine dining
gin and tonic
manhattan
chardonnay
wedge salad
prime rib and king crab
a few of the players on the stage of our romance
stumbling happily to the bar for some decadence
and cognac
all leading to spontaneous photo shoots
and wet bridges
and happily ever after
for at least today
because although we pledge ourselves until death
we are both smart enough to know that all we truly have
is today.
Just Today.
and although we must too often go back the way we came
and repave roads overgrown with rosemary and dandelions
we shake off shame
jump into muddy waters
and find our ripples continue
and intertwine
and clarify
the obscure.
Thank You.
My Saint.
My answer.
14 comments:
This post was so satisfying, and it's so good to know you got away and saw the beauty in your union renew as a great trip always seems to do.
xoxoxo,
Allison
Oh what a lovely post...
A beautiful post. And a beautiful ode to romance and rejuvenation. Blessings.
Cute new purse, BTW..
If I wasn't married to Stevie I'm pretty sure I would marry that claw foot tub. Love you two.
I still choose you. ...sorry for the blurry pictures.
So poetic. Lovely photos. :)
love, love, LOVE this.
Heated floors, diners, hugs, laughs, what a beautiful trip. Also I am cracking up at your husband's comment about the blurry photos... the Joel on my end does the same thing but I find them great anyway.
This is the third time I've visited this post and I'm still formulating my words.
It guts me with all sorts of sentiment, waves of love for you both, and a sharp pang with the beauty of these photos (to be honest, some of my very favorite you've taken. Maybe ever). I'm greedy for my friends, but thankful to the tempests for this weekend of yours, all booze, books and banter that it was.
I love your love!
You are so cute and love the pictures capturing your getaway.
Kathleen xx
beautiful Candace. The photos, the words, and the love.
What a great post! I always check out your blog, but fail to comment. You have such a great way with words. Was this trip to Roche harbor?
That room looked better than I had hoped! The pictures were excellent. You'll have to tell me the names of the great restaurants you went to. Ta!
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