Waking from hibernation
驚蟄 [6] / [20]
<Spring>
Spring flows like a stream in a vein
Rolling, rolling, on the hill close to the stream
Forsythia, Azalea, yellowy cabbage flowers.
I, who endured the three months of winter,
come into bloom like a plant of grass
Merry skylark,
set jubilantly higher from any furrows
The azure sky
is wavering higher and higher...
In the quiet and serene afternoon of one weekday like any other, they were laying down together on the couch. They had just had vigorous sex. The scent of just-brewed coffee filled the room completely. Cynthia got up, donning a gown to take coffee. She offered him a cup, and he took a sip. It was kind of a vanilla chocolatey flavor with low acidity, which was his favorite fragrance.
She sat down next to him holding her glass, leaning into his shoulder without a word.
“I’m thinking of going back to work soon,”
she said after a while.
“Yup, actually I thought about that, too,”
he answered. She looked surprised.
“Really? Didn’t you say you’re not gonna come back to work at all?”
she asked half jokingly, half stunned. He laughed.
“I did. But I was in a pretty bad state when I decided that. But now I’m a lot better, especially now that I’m with you.”
“So am I,” she answered with a small voice and a mild smile.
She drank less after the second round of relations in the bathtub that day. He seldom found her drinking alone anymore, irrespective of time. He thanked God for this, because he seriously considered taking her to the hospital or rehab for treatment. Thankfully, he didn’t need to worry about this now.
