Holidays (for Tess)

I wrote this a long time ago before we went away together;

"When i think of Poppit and I together in NYC for a month I picture Poppit with her bedraggled hair and a T shirt making coffee in the morning in a tiny kitchen.
I picture myself in the early afternoon after a meandering morning in the city, peering out of the apartment window. I picture Poppit joining me and seeing the park across the street and saying "wanna get a bottle of gin and some juice and go across to the park?". I nod."

And it is just how it was. (And the picture is what vegas looked like)