. It was in that post-wedding afterglow, feeling all the feels from too much wine and too little oxygen, that I kept insisting on a reunion in the gorge upon returning to Kentucky. But I meant it, and now here I’m am, in the back seat of a red Volkswagen, getting my entire face licked by a very large and very happy doggo.
. Me and K press our noses against the moss, studying the filaments and textures. A shared love! I’m certain B and Zeus do not care for this interlude, but they are graciously patient.
. K cannot, in good conscience, cross the creek without first making the stepping stones sturdy. B offers advice, I add another rock to shim the uneven space, and success! Teamwork makes the dream work.
. Zeus and I pile into the back of the VW. It’s a contest on who is more whipped. Eventually he lays his head in my lap and I rub his whiskers and plot out how I will steal him for myself.
. And now I’m home and under some blankets and waiting on the pasta to turn al dente, where it will be tossed with butter and parmesan. My ol’ faithful when it comes to easy and comforting.
. Snug as a bug in a rug, this is.