The winter evening, just the two of us. You make soup and we find an old movie on netflix and settle on the couch. We leave only one lamp on and now and then a car slides by outside and we see the lines on the wall from the headlights. Otherwise it is quiet and we pour ourselves into the movie scenes we know so well. You look at me and mouth one of the funny lines before the leading lady says it and I laugh like I have a thousand times before. We’re old enough to know now. We’ve been through enough to know now, that this is the best part. There is nothing better than this.