picnics

I used to fill both containers with some salad and chicken. Then, I grabbed two bottles of water, and some snacks for dessert (or was it some fruit?). We used to meet at the door of his office. It was the best of times, walking a couple of blocks from downtown just to enjoy our lunch together in the park. Sunny days were the best when I think of that, as we watched the blue sky while sitting on the blanket I carried with me.
His trousers spotless, his shirt in the right place, his tie gone for an hour, his disarming smile ready to crack just for me. In the blink of an eye, back to the madness, to the unbereable boss, to the telephone calls, to the paperwork.

I wonder how I managed to survive all these years without those picnics.