Returning to the doldrums of reality following an enchanting weekend like we just had is always a trying time, and once we got back home the rain began and didn’t let up for a few days. That was fine with me – it felt right, as though we were reacclimatizing to the usual routine, and a cocoon of a rainy spell has always been good for healing. The memories were fresh enough to feel like part of our magical weekend was still continuing. I put on some music from our time in Boston, turned on a few more lamps than usual in the living room, and felt the enchantment return, only slightly diminished.
Of course it helps that Andy is somewhere nearby, and the company of a husband is one of the greatest comforts and luxuries this life affords. That’s the real balm when decompressing from such fun.
