Amber Days

Walking down the street with a smart lady in Berkeley on one of those amber days. The sun, high and warm on your skin, but maybe the air is cool and crisp cause the fog lays just off shore. You pass one of those used book stores with the cat asleep in the window, past the laundromat and someone that might look like you eons ago. You make your mocha last, long as possible cause you love her dearly, enjoy her company, and are honored by the trust that you keep her secrets securely, and you will, you want this moment preserved, something to look back on without anger or guile. A lovely time captured in amber