Green Eyes

Today is different.

Everything is 180 degrees different than it was a scant seven days ago. Not different in an unpleasant way, mind you. Just not the same. There's something hanging in the air above my head now, albeit transparent, though entirely visible to the right people.

This past weekend was full of firsts, quite possibly the last firsts of this nature I'll have, which suits me just fine. Extreme self-conscious awkwardness [eventually] gave way to a nice time, full of many warm and pleasant things. Although I kicked myself hard in the dark hours of Sunday night for being vulnerable, a quick mental shake in the other direction made me realize it's okay this time.

And with the fading scent of twelve ruby-tipped stems in the air, I'm sure of one thing: The next time will be even better.