Out of the blue

...on a bubbling Sunday evening, with a lot of things to prepare for the week and that laziness that comes from an entire day spent outside driving and visiting places, a day trip to Tucson with my mamma, warmer and less nice and interesting than what we expected, but still happy to be together on this mother-daughter road trip plenty of catching up, chit chats and more serious things on a Sunday in the middle of the Southwest.

And no, usually I don't check my voicemails until I am too annoyed by that blinking orange light on the phone, usually few days after the voicemail actually came, but last night I made an exception, picked up the "disco phone" and keyed in all the numbers to listen to who might have called me on a Sunday...and there he was, that voice, that accent, which made my heart stop for a split second, not believing in what I was listening to and speechless from way too much and too unexpected joy, mixed with a feeling of weirdness for that behavior, which leaves me with no idea on how to react and to behave myself...I just think it is pretty insane in a way that after six weeks of pure untouched painful silence someone calls you to catch up and because he misses you...but as weird as it is today it's not the day of the reflections, it is only the day of the smiles and the happiness that comes from waiting for something for so long and then getting it like this, unexpectedly, out of blue, to be enjoyed when you had almost lost all your hope to ever have it...like when you are thirsty and your throath is as dry as it goes and you get a glass of fresh water...ahhhh is the feeling, ahhh is what I felt last night listening to that voicemail, to that voice, to those words...because right now there is no better way to end an already good Sunday and to start a Monday that would be the last of my second decade... and while thinking about how happy I am RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW I cannot help but writing a piece of an article from the Modern Love page of the Sunday New York Times: "It doesn’t seem fair that we can look back and connect the dots in life, and see what led from that to this, but we cannot look forward and anticipate in any way what constellation today’s dots will form in the vast space ahead of us. I guess it’s just best to assume that heaven is right here, right now, and let the stars fall where they may."