"I Love"
from Arbor Vitae 3.4
by Charles Ries
Your grilled cheese sandwiches under the full March moon, as Jupiter draws near and we witness its unblinking eye hovering above the horizon at early dusk.
The way your lip is slightly twisted upward at one corner making your mouth look like an irregular right triangle.
Your explanation for washing your bed sheets three times a week, “dust mites.”
Your mantric complaint about how hard it is to dress well at 20 below zero in the midst of a blizzard. Yet refusing to compromise for the sake of warmth instead sludging, steadfast, like an Armani foot soldier through road salt, snow drifts and sleet. Saying, “some things will not be compromised!”
Your method of slowly moving, methodically passing through the house...dusting, resetting souvenirs, just so. You, the feng shui master of knickknacks and fashion magazines, creating a perfect order in the universe of our life.