i was late driving home last night.
it starts getting dark earlier and earlier.
pretty soon it’ll be dark by 4pm.
somewhere just over the maple valley city limits my phone rang.
husband was wondering where i was.
he said he had dinner ready and waiting.
chicken pot pie, now toasty from the oven awaited me.
remnants of his frozen pizza dinner were on the counter.
it was good.
“there are things you do because they feel right & they may make no sense & they may make no money & it may be the real reason we are here: to love each other & to eat each other’s cooking & say it was good.” –brian andreas