take me somewhere nice

It’s night, and a gen­tle song begins on my bed­side speaker. Until this point, I’d always won­dered who’d be the first to hear this song with me. Whose breath I’d feel on my body as the melody got lost in the dark­ness along with our inhi­bi­tions. It wasn’t a song I’d been sav­ing, only one I never had the chance to share until I found myself here, explor­ing the open fields and windswept moun­tains and towns in between.

 

 

 

We have to stop meet­ing like this.

 

 

 

The seafood club: smoked salmon, herbed cream cheese, cucum­bers, mixed greens, toma­toes, and sprouts on dark rye. Perfect in every way.

 

State Street.