Out of the Eddy

It is perfect. I know where this is and I don't know much about it. It seems too far and I know that she said no to an island off the island. And this is an island off of an island that is off an island. We are on a big island and as far as she said she would go, I understand and I am grateful to be beside the ocean.

Reading it again. Still perfect, not for us. Too old, too far away, way over my head, but, it is perfect. What my youthful self used to daydream of reading John Seymours book so many times. Watching Hugh on River Cottage many years later and so many times. Every doodle I have ever made is part of this. 

'There is a new post today.'

'Oh yeah. Let's see.'

Her eyes dart, they always dart and I like that about her (and everything else). The first time we met I loved her eyes (and everything else). Little movements away from centre. Not far, just tiny. I would guess she changes gaze from my eye to my brow or upper lip. A cute surveil that never leaves the eyes for more than a instant. This is different, a reading cadence that is quick and steady, to the end and all over again. 

'We are going to apply.' 

Question or statement?

'Aren't we?'

Question. And I feel my whole being light up, the whole kid in the candy store, then some.

'Yes'

Not too excited. Breath. Breathe, nice and slow.

This is the best day. The day that pulls me from the eddy back into the current, back into the flow that carries me to my doodles and day dreams, this is no doodle or daydream. It is better, it is real.