Walking in the door, your mind was on the work day that just passed. Another long day filled with people who weren't quite speaking English it seemed. No one could understand what you were trying to say, and they had issue trying to convey their own desires. Hanging your jacket on the coat hook you look towards the living room and see David looking back at you, and then the rush hits you. There was a car parked outside. Ivan's! So tired it didn't even register the other car parked in the driveway.
A memory rush hits you, about what had occurred a few months ago, on another warm summer weekend. Your memory of how Ivan tastes, a kindness you offered when you were a little short for the green you asked for (he rolled such great joints too!).
Your head imperceptive, swivels to confirm what you already know. There is Ivan. Smiling back at you. You slow stride allows you to process as you take a few steps. Ivan sitting on the couch to one side of the room, and David on the other side, sitting on the love seat. In the middle, on the wood framed glass coffee table is a plastic bag, filled with weed and joints, slightly spilling its bounty from within. Looks like your day isn't over yet, and you get the feeling what is in front of you could make the day seem small and meaningless compared to the potential here.