#106
My job at the Dragons Flame meant I went home smelling like friend Chinese food. Tonight, we’re closing early. It’s slow, people are out of town, no one wants to eat out. My boss tell me “go home, take this”. He gives me some food, a half of a bbq duck, some rice.
I’ll bike home and let the dog out and turn on the lights on my small Christmas tree. A drink. I’ll have the duck from the restaurant with a glass of pinot noir from a box. After a shower I’ll light a candle and read the book that I’ve just about finished on the bedside table and tomorrow, know that slowly, the days will get longer, minute by minute.