newly established as of this may day. sunday is steak day. everyone who came for this lunch is de facto invited. no confirmations necessary, just come with an appetite.

i like get togethers that seem to get magically spun like cotton candy. the sugar whisps floating out into the cylinder, caught up sweeping on a paper stick. wow, the thin threads gathered into a big fluffy ball you don't know how but somehow.

there are just those kinds of get togethers. the easy drift of conversations the loose schedule of arrivals the unexpectant tone. anything can happen but not in the fantastical improbable way. anything can happen in the sideroads off the highway kind of way.

from here one notices the conch pattern bench and the trestle table. the stillness of the air thickened with birdsong. long pass around the phone calls. something to say for everyone. these spun-together afternoons.

sunday is steak day, no confirmations necessary.