Having looked up the CHART of countries, I think about how we COULD send it back. But do I still have the paperwork? Is it in a drawer, hidden under a random GLOVE? or lost in a frenzy of cleaning? I spin the GLOBE, a gift to you, made many years ago. It came with a promise that if countries changed, they would update it. We have ignored this so far, through boundary and names changes over the years. It makes me wonder: do we have places like that in our lives, our relationship? The outdated names for parts of ourselves that we refuse to adjust? I ponder and wonder, thinking how this will be a silly topic for us over dinner, like a pretend academic seminar. “Geopolitics: metaphor for love?”

Georg’ann

The mood had struck to get dressed super SMART. We hadn’t planned beyond the preparations, and really there was no where to go. Wondering the streets we FOUND a small tavern, set back in time, and ironically behind an old fashioned street CLOCK painted bright red. Inside everything was draped in evergreen garland and twinkling lights which reflected off the long mirror behind the dark, heavy wood bar. I took off my opera GLOVES and unbuttoned my long, wool coat. The overall atmosphere was cheerful and warm. We took our seats at the bar and each ordered a festive cocktail- yours sweet and pepperminty, mine layered with smoky spice. Above us you noticed a GLOBE of mistletoe and leaned forward for a kiss. Pulling apart we laughed, and continued our conversation without hesitation, drinks in hand.

Heather