Last Night

Went downstairs (at around ten last eve) to meet the landlady, I had not talked to her after I had arrived with my bag and baggage last afternoon…went as I could hear that the dinner was over.
She greeted and called her husband…minutes turned in to hours as we talked about their family….this lovely old couple shared important events (and concerns) of their life. I was touched…time flied for ‘em. Quarter to twelve and my neighbor- next- door came wondering where was I (had told her i wld b bk in 10 min)

#This is a writer’s room- small, tidy, window opening up to a huge tree trunk… a fool mused to herself whilst takin a first glance at the room