Inspired by Ranting.

So, today I had a short and spontaneous facebook-mail-conversation with a friend (who I haven't seen nearly often enough in my life).  We were tip-tapping about blogging, commenting, inspiration, meaning, nonsense. 

But, when the email train slowed, I had the sudden feeling of not wanting it to end. 

I wanted to cry.

And, not like I teared up or felt sad.  But, I desired--wanted desperately--real talk and a good cry. 

I want to sit on a couch with a girlfriend. 

We would wrap our hands around enormous mugs of tea or coffee. 
In comfortable clothes. 
Warm socks. 
Legs curled under and gathered up. 
A blanket for each of us. 

We would talk about things that matter.
It would be meaningful conversation. 
The discussion would meander.
From things we've seen.
To what we've felt.
Many long pauses, built for real listening.

We might cry a little - no, certainly we would.
And, there would be laughing, too.
We would arrive fresh.
But, we would stay up too late--
in the darkness of morning we would stand and stretch.
And, we would feel so alive,
and it would be wonderful.