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He came to me, seven P.M., bags packed, fuel for my stomach waiting in my place.
We ride. Trip to Carlsbad takes shorter than expected. Sit at Pizza Port, eat great food, have good beers. Late night check in at Motel Six. I wash work off of me and hit the next stop. More beers, I hold him closer than I have in a while. The light of a random trip washes over us. We feel warmer now, we kiss longer. Ride to the hotel. Love made to wake the neighbors. We pass out, not having to wake for anything.

We rise and shower, then walk. First to coffee, then to Armenian food. Such treats to fill my soul. We sit at the beach and watch the world. My heart is so calm, I feel peaceful. I know my life is a gift, I know he is precious. Off to check out and move forward. More beers, then call to wish momma bear a happy 50th. We go to San Diego. We walk around Balboa Park. I cannot keep my eyes off him, I put my feet in the fountain, I let go of my worry. Sun kisses my shoulders, leaving them red, like a spanked bottom. We get dinner, and more beer. Sometimes I secretly cry a bit. Such joy inside that I am ready to explode.

We arrive home, I get ready for work, and look forward to the first moment I have next to him again.

What difference a small bit o' travel does for the soul.

♥