paula’s

its some minute past 6pm, beer cold.

there was snow piled high, cobalt reached forever. i made way thru town, parked in the drive & walked in. “so brad you ready to go back?” i said “no i’d rather stay, calif is me.”

bells on the inside greet us, so does her kindness. this lil chalkboard made both our eyes pop, this-that-maybe. he leaned over, “its all fucking delicious!” i obliged.

a back booth, two souls, one agenda. i like good food, the company even more so. an iced tea, cola for me. my ears listened, life here on the mountain was all ok. he asked, “how’s the grub?” i said, “splendous.”

back at the chalet, music turned on, outside the pines swayed. we stood on the porch with full bellies. an expanse of blue sky n clouds, he said “so?” i came back with, “i love paula’s.”