This morning, sipping hot coffee on the couch, I announced to Barry, “The Winter King kissed us with snow again last night.”
He eyed me above his coffee mug, raising his eyebrows only slightly.
“What–are you taking some online poetry class now?” he asked.
“Hmmmphhh!” I replied. “Nah, I wrote a blog about the Winter King last week, and am just continuing the theme. I didn’t tell you about it because I didn’t think you would be interested in poetry and metaphor and analogy and such.”
“Thank you,” said he, and I did not dump his coffee on his lap inadvertently because, well, you just know what interests a person after forty-some years of sipping coffee on the couch. And poetic ramblings are not his thing, even though his wife swoons–yes, swoons–to dream deep into fairytales where intangible things become reality, thank you, Stacy, very much for those magic words.