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The Market, late morning
Saturday, April 17
Another Saturday dawns bright and lovely. I suppose I should be working in my own shoppe, but Romana is there, and has proven herself more than capable of running it. I suppose we should sit down and discuss the direction her employment will take soon, for she was only meant to be temporary part time help at best...
but today she can remain acting hostess. Today Rose and I are out at the market again, mingling amongst the townsfolk and taking in the sights and smells. Today I am in a good mood, with music in my mind and on my lips. Spot a lovely paste brooch, in greens and blues, and pick that up for my own pleasure. A tea pot with violets, and a baby's dress in pale mint. Rose is awake and alert, taking in more than many would give her credit for.
I weave in and out of the stalls, with no particular schedule to keep or plan to my day. During the day, it is easy to let the hours flow by, to be busy or not. During the day, it's easier... I just wish the nights weren't so lonely, or that I minded it as much as I do. It's better, I know it is...
but the pillow still holds his scent, after all this time. Even with washing it and airing it out, he's still there with me, even though he's not.
I sigh and shake my head, chiding myself for my melancholy. Today is too sunny and pleasant for such lonely longings. I have music in my head, the sun in my hair, and my daughter at my chest. I switch my shopping bag from one hand to the next and drop a kiss on Rose's head, and continue my search for nothing inparticular.
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Saturday, April 17
Another Saturday dawns bright and lovely. I suppose I should be working in my own shoppe, but Romana is there, and has proven herself more than capable of running it. I suppose we should sit down and discuss the direction her employment will take soon, for she was only meant to be temporary part time help at best...
but today she can remain acting hostess. Today Rose and I are out at the market again, mingling amongst the townsfolk and taking in the sights and smells. Today I am in a good mood, with music in my mind and on my lips. Spot a lovely paste brooch, in greens and blues, and pick that up for my own pleasure. A tea pot with violets, and a baby's dress in pale mint. Rose is awake and alert, taking in more than many would give her credit for.
I weave in and out of the stalls, with no particular schedule to keep or plan to my day. During the day, it is easy to let the hours flow by, to be busy or not. During the day, it's easier... I just wish the nights weren't so lonely, or that I minded it as much as I do. It's better, I know it is...
but the pillow still holds his scent, after all this time. Even with washing it and airing it out, he's still there with me, even though he's not.
I sigh and shake my head, chiding myself for my melancholy. Today is too sunny and pleasant for such lonely longings. I have music in my head, the sun in my hair, and my daughter at my chest. I switch my shopping bag from one hand to the next and drop a kiss on Rose's head, and continue my search for nothing inparticular.