as the evening is not yet cold, i leave the dance studio in my leotards with a wraparound skirt covering most. And a pullover baggy top. I switched my shoes from the soft dancing shoes into a pair of black high heels which you can hear clicking on the dirty pavement as I start walking down the sidewalk soon passing your van. knowing i have several blocks to walk to where my car is parked I begin to read text messages on my iphone not paying much attention to my surroundings. reading the text my husband said making me smile as he sent me.. "looking toward our time alone tonight".
that meaning my mother has taken the kids to her house so we can be alone this evening.