anniversaries

Rumor has it my house might be going on the market.

Soon we'll be doing better financially at work.

At the end of next month I might have a home church again.

I might also be moving.

Hopefully I'll be getting a healthy raise.

This isn't all of the life I planned for when I moved here. Only some of it.

I wonder whether I have waited a year for a life that might never arrive.

Because tonight in a lovely evening eating hot sandwiches around a beach fire, little around me looked like I planned it to last August.

It was much more beautiful, with its strange sadness.

Like a wineglass continually being filled.