Stripped

It was 4.30 this afternoon and I found myself sat outside at work smoking a cigarette on my last break before going home. I was alone, it was kind of quiet and I could see that dusk was descending upon another day; the sun was disappearing so early and with it came a chill in the air. It was a beautiful moment, so serene and it made me feel so alive - all this wonder happening around me; nature, seasons and weather all moving in unison, in sheer perfection, it made me feel so insignificant.

Then it hit me, it just popped into my head out of nowhere, my shift was almost complete and I was so looking forward to going home. Not that I was counting down the minutes nor wishing the day away because it had been a great day regardless; and it made so happy inside, it warmed my soul. For some reason it made me feel like a child again - looking forward so intently to some special event; thinking how I'd be spending my time and what fun and excitement lay ahead for me. Which is kind of bizarre because I was only going home, it's something I do everyday of my working week and is therefore nothing different or special.

Although there is a slight difference tonight, something that will make it kind of special - my boyfriend is due around shortly. Then again that's not really anything too indifferent, I mean he stays with me on a regular basis.

But even if it's not different it is special, even now after all this time, it still is special; just like him and just like us, the time we spend together is special. Hand on heart I look forward to each and every time we spend together, I cherish the moments and never take them for granted. I never want to lose that feeling, it's beautiful - just like at 4.30 this afternoon and just like my baby..........