April 18, 2012

My dearest,

The sky is darkening and it’s not even mid-morning yet. Looks like rain, you say. Best hurry and get home. Did you take the laundry in? I don’t remember. We hustle.

We get in just before it pours. We race to the balcony and start grabbing at hangers and hung clothes. The new laundry rack comes apart without warning. An avalanche of T-shirts and socks land on us and us on each other. Our faces are the definition of dumbfounded.

And then we laugh. We laugh and we laugh until we’re done. And then we get up and collect the rest of the clothes. You start folding them and I put the kettle on. Some hot tea would be nice. It’s Wednesday, after all.

Yours, ever and always.