I want my wife and I to eat at the outdoor patio of any cafe, where Claire’s stirrings are but a drop in the bucket of noise around everyone dining there, where we might casually enjoy a greasy appetizer that we’d walk off while the sunlight shone horizontal across the city evening.
I want to take the stroller around the zoo, week in and week out.
And dear Sara, sensing that I haven’t been the most chipper of persons lately, told me to draw something this afternoon. So I did. And even if the fellow I sketched looks miserable, I feel better.