Stretching

A long time ago, when I was a teenager, I saw "The Shell Seekers" on TV. Years later, on vacation with my mom and sister in Seattle, I bought the book at a thrift store. I still have it. It became a bath book, so it's now wrinkly and coverless. The main character notes that there is a certain luxury in being apart from her lover. To be alone, but know that he was coming back. To continue to have a bond across some time and distance.

The time apart, even when it's a little bit, gives whatever it is between two people a chance stretch its legs. I can't help but to imagine today (Sunday) that this is not unlike when God put his feet up and said, "This is good."

Oh, and it always helps to be listening to Weezer, that's good too.