This is just to say

Yesterday afternoon J finally found the first red plums of the season and picked out a great many to bring home.
We passed the day, ate dinner, watched some tv. Then, he walked into the kitchen with a sense of purpose. I trailed after him, lured.
He carefully chose the best ones, washed them, handed them to me. We bit into that cool jewel-red flesh, almost breathless with the perfection of it. A little juice spilled down my shirt and J pointed and laughed. I smiled and ate the rest over the sink-there was much more spilling of that sweet juice.
Later, I said the William Carlos Williams poem aloud to him about the cold sweet plums. "This is just to say, I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which you were probably saving for breakfast; Forgive me- they were delicious, so sweet and so cold..."
We slept better last night than we have in a while.