I just started petting his shoulders. I can’t describe it any more accurately. He was just so special it was the only way I seemed to be able to express my joy. I haven’t petted that many men in my life. I’m so glad I got to do that. And more importantly, that he let me. He just smiled as I apologised for petting him. He seemed to not only understand, but accept the strange offering of gratitude and recognition.
say it with firecrackers and banners held high Let’s
have a real old-fashioned noisy Fourth of July Let’s
say it with firecrackers they’ll jump at up North Let’s
have the kind we used to call a glorious Fourth
A week after my birthday and a few days before Daniel and I left Berlin my friends Gregor and Chrisse came to visit, we biked through the city and hid from the rain in a car park before letting the evening fade away with tapas and conversations. What a lovely day to look back on. :)