A Good Day

Against the tapestry of grey skies and curtains of rain, quiet whispers of fragrant cut grass linger in the air. A whiff awakens me to the present – the greyness. Like clouds of foreboding, which appeared to shift and overlap, threatening to embrace me in their thunderous clutches. For a moment, I began to free fall into an abyss – an infinite emptiness. Suddenly, there was a tug and I jerked to a sudden stop. “Baby!” It was that familiar and comforting voice that broke my fall in midair and hauled me back to reality. I was annoyed yet delighted at the same time. Free fall fed me the adrenaline that I was constantly craving, and I was dangerously indulgent. Awakened to the blinding light, my lifeline had just arrived. Once again, his reach jolted my fall and I was happy to see him. His was an inexplicable presence that filled me with warmth that brought the tingles, filling up the furthest recesses of my body. As evening gave way to night, the storm fell away into the shadows. It was time for dinner.
Tricia’s birthday dinner, with the gramps who cooked a chicken in soy as dark as night; my sister ordered a Spanish grilled tomahawk, pressed potatos and grilled lamb chops, accompanied by a salad of greens and salty tomatoes. Daniel sat next to me, and I was happy. Adrenaline still streaming through my veins, conversation revolved around a chemistry of popular music and drugs, spirited yet strange accompaniments to a huge feast. Somehow, the girls were particularly chatty and hungry. I felt alive and happy.
Grey puddles in my mind vaguely mirrored a good day.