(((liz)))
“write about Liz”
noticed this thought, we’ll say, several times now…
once while making a hard boiled egg and avocado salad for later; again after a whiff of fresh cat coop in the litter box in the bathroom which i ultimately scooped, cause dang…
we share a sort of private captive audience with one another, a little confined-feeling sometimes perhaps, but even then no less rich an experience.
we talk about anything.
just started thinking about death.
the words ‘impending’ and ‘pending’ came to mind; not sure which is more appropriate - maybe both.
we look at hard things, but with a kind of lightness mostly, and a willingness to not turn away if/when things do seem a little dark.
we watch movies and shows that elicit “the feels.”
we have sooo many conversations that do the same.
I don’t know exactly what she thinks of or feels about it; not sure i can ever know exactly.
but i love how we share it, regardless.
we see each other.