Far Away

I am with my parents in the southern California desert and he is in Portland with his father and stepmom.
I am here for the sunshine and hot springs, but also because my mother has dementia and my parents need to go home from their snowbirding a month early because my father is (finally) having trouble caring for her on his own.
He is seeing his father and stepmom's new house for the first time and says it is lovely, but stepmom's allergies are not improved. I know his father and he will play music late into the night tonight -- they always do.
4 days without hearing his music... where is that rainbow?

Morning commute

Sometimes his music speaks louder than words.

We commute together to our places of work. For the most part we drive to his work and I take a bus from there to my workplace downtown. When he is ready in the morning and I am not, the tension starts to rise (any couple that has ever gone anywhere on a timeline together know this feeling). and then...

he plays the piano. Sometimes something soft and soothing, other times with a beat inspiring a fast pace. This week it was "Over the Rainbow". I had to tell him that I felt like we'd made it over the rainbow and are safely together on the other side.