yesterday Mel and i sat in a bustling restaurant in the land of beautiful people and were so hungry waiting for our food we both acquired temporary cases of ADD and since i was on the bench side was able to look out onto this sea of shiny lips and hair and it was so cheery and a beautiful day to boot and we were celebrating an anniversary from a time before when my eyes had sunk so deep into their sockets that we christened it Sunken Eyes day and vowed to be together a year later to see what had changed and hopefully for the better and that was a hard thing to imagine because i couldn’t see past the pain and then yesterday i sat there with my eyes darting every which way often on the kitchen window to see if our food was up and in front of us was a young woman with red curly hair in a bun and a bandaid sticking out of her boat shoe and her father with his awkward length Dad shorts and red round face and he was reading a card which i gathered was for Father’s Day and he mouthed the words she had written down to himself with the warmest look of sincerity on his face and she sat across watching him and smiled proudly and a touch shyly and after he had finished he looked up and they shared this precious moment that was so pure and full of joy and i sat and watched this exchange between a father and a daughter and felt lucky to have witnessed it and looked at Mel and her eyes shone and right behind her was the frittata and i slathered it in hot sauce and later we meandered our neighborhood in all of it’s Sunday glory and walked slowly and paid a moment to the past with our heads bowed respectfully and then stopped and quite literally smelled the roses.
