hard to leave

Such a soft evening. Couples get into cars, they are talking, listening to each other. They smell like they expect interesting companionship,love. It's cool enough that a sweater is almost too warm but an arm around each other is just right. It's a great evening for conversation on the plaza patios over coffee. The sky is brilliant turquoise, the golden streaks in the clouds a memory now. How soft and perfect. That's what I imagine for them.
I can't possibly imagine their house needs cleaning or there is an old lady who asks the same question for the 500th time today. I'm sure they have their work done and in their briefcases for the morning. Their homework is not still sitting at the bottom of a book pile. No worries about the cholesterol levels in the creamer. Or the stuffy stinky apartment with the rotting bathroom walls, or the piles of bills unpaid or the old lady who asks for the 507 time since I started writing the same damn question.
I feel badly about breaking down today and coming online to do some reading, but I have to get away from reality sometimes. Back to work tomorrow. Thrills for all.