Quarantine Brings a Little Perfect

I got to read tonight. Normally I don’t, because for the past seven years I’ve fallen asleep every time I tried to read.

Tonight I opened the dining room windows and took a glass of wine outside. I sat in the chairs we’ve arranged  under our large Elm for Covid - 19 front yard living, and read the first chapter of a book by the porch lights while I listened to Casey learn a piece by Chopin, and could hear kids playing a street over. It was a moment 22 year old me created in a daydream about being “a grown-up” and stitched into my present. For a little bit I snuggled down in the cricket songs, firefly flashes, and evening breezes and forgot that the world is on fire.