weekend.

husband has been away on a golf trip in the poconos and i've had myself a weekend. i brunched with a friend at root & bone over chicken and waffles and doughtnuts and avocado toast. i nosed through tee shirts at madewell and brought home two. i wrote a letter to a friend. i chatted with my papa for thirty blocks. i ran errands with my mama- and brother-in-law and cuddled sweet baby ella. i wrote and i walked and i thought. i worked on our wedding album and filled a pitcher with irises and took a tub in the middle of the afternoon, clutching my paperback, fig blossom bath oil pooling on the surface in that really good way. i walked for an iced cappuccino at the counter of that cafe we adore on 83rd street. i ran into a friend on the sidewalk and we made plans for this week and i loved new york so deeply in that moment for that very reason -- eight million people, and you run into just the one you've been thinking of right there on columbus avenue.

when husband walked in the door, it was to windows thrown open and louis & ella playing loud and sunday's soup on early. we took an after supper walk across the neighborhood for milkshakes and we crawled into bed early, so early that twilight was still long and blue, and though it wasn't warm, not even a little bit, summer did indeed seem near.