manousakia

Tis the season.

I started my Christmas shopping today, or rather my Christmas looking. It's been six years now; I've given pomegranates to everyone I know, and good luck charms full of blue beads and little silver garlics. I've done the wine, I've done the cheese, and I've done the baklava. I did textiles once, and wedding wreaths when relevant. Chocolate is a standard. I was on my way home, empty-handed and empty-headed as far as Christmas was concerned, when I met a dear old friend, an acquaintance really, on a motorcycle. We stopped, we kissed, we held hands a little too long. It was great to see him. I was carrying my manousakia (must be a Cretan thing) and feeling not Christmassy exactly, but nostalgic. A little romantic. Flowery.

It wasn't that guy. It was the other one.