it was a grey november day
when i saw an offer i couldn't refuse
& bagged a room in a plush hotel in our town
for a later date
~ for last weekend to be exact,
to celebrate my husband's birthday,
i'd never done this before,
stayed in a hotel in my own town
just for the fun of it,
the indulgence of it.
a weekend of canapés & bubbly drinks,
swirling velvet stairs
leading to our room
on the 8th floor.
a weekend of feeling a little frivolous,
as when visiting a foreign city.
even the streets gleamed in a new light
when we traipsed over to the restaurant
where we had reservations
two blocks away.
a weekend of feeling
we could be anyone,
start over wherever or however we wanted
~ that same feeling that has hit me on aeroplanes
ever since i was young kid.
a weekend of feeling glad for our life
as we know it right now,
despite the world slipping into the guise of an oyster.