I look in your eyes and there's fish in the glass

[sovay]

spatch and I have been married nine years today. We celebrate in our new apartment, in street-flooding sunlight, in these still strange times. Our anniversary gift looks like pottery, which I keep envisioning as potsherds, or perhaps a rhyton in the marine style—dolphins, seaweeds—taken whole from the ash. Here we are, too.

Comments

[konstantya]

Happy anniversary, and congratulations! Nine years is nothing to sneeze at.

[sovay]

Happy anniversary, and congratulations! Nine years is nothing to sneeze at.

Thank you! It is a slightly astonishing block of time to contemplate, not least because of all the things that happened in it.