Today's writing

There was a time. Of course there was a time. For every couple, there was a time and then there is the now. Usually one looks back from the vantage point of the now, back into the mist of what was, and it feels nostalgic as hell. This morning Ruth wanted to claw her way back through the fog into that past, the find her way back home to the familiar, where it was her and Gary and no one else, where her head on his shoulder was the only home she needed or wanted.